Little Shop of Horrors

[Vel]

Males: 4
Females: 4
Total: 8

Twin Oaks Pack
Dorian Grayfoot
Quoth Swansong
Ciel Phantompaw

Project Clearlake
Raven Blackswan
Conrad Dragonheart
Shilo Moro

Wasteland Nomads
Aria Riversong

Loners
Howl

[Raven Blackswan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=8b9eac] Name: Raven Blackswan Sex: Female Birth-Date: December 2305 Age: Four Species: Half Moon Wolf Pack: Project Clearlake Rank: Alpha Duty: Leader/Soldier Appearance: Raven black coat with fairly long fur in the winter and a short/medium summer coat Tall (66cm; 159cm long) 30kg Yellow eyes (half blind in the right) Long legs with large paws, lithe body Very slight limp on the front right leg Easily mistaken for a male Tall, rounded Broad muzzle Skills: Skilled fighter Fast and agile High intelligence Leadership skills Personality: Raven is very stubborn, stuck to her own ideas. It takes a lot to change her mind about something. She is very motivated and determined, always driven to accomplish anything she sets her mind to, and to do it as well as she can. She likes to have fun, especially running and jumping around through the lands. When angered or provoked, she will verbally joust with her assailant unless force is necessary. When force is needed, she has no problem showing her opponent who is boss. She is big on discipline and believes that it build character. Though she may seem hard on her trainees, she really wants the best for them and is pushing as hard as she can to help them be successful in their lives. Excellence is key. She has isolated herself from close relationships, seeing as she never had anything close to that before her life here. It takes a long time to gain her trust, but once she trusts someone, they have it for life. She is somewhat paranoid that someone, or something is out to get her. Sometimes this can cause her to do strange little things that most would see as a sign of going mad. Her time alone in the wilderness made her very aware of her surroundings and always on guard. Out there, something was always after her. History: The small black pup was the third out of a litter of five healthy cubs born in the Estysion mountain range to a nomadic pack of mixed-race wolves in the dismal month of December. Her brothers and sisters all had beautiful red coats, just like her parents. In fact, almost the whole pack consisted of grey or red-coated lupines. Raven was an oddity in the bunch. Unfortunately for her the back saw black as a bad omen, something that should be shunned and avoided. Her father wanted to leave her in the snow, away from the pack to keep them safe from the bad luck that she would bring. Her mother, knowing black was a horrible thing, could not bring herself to abandon her daughter. Though Raven was allowed to live, she was ignored b yall, even her own siblings. While her brothers and sisters all got wonderful names, Raven was tagged with 'Blackswan'. The name itself meant bad luck to her pack. A black bird, especially something beautiful and graceful like a swan, when sighted meant that one would suffer terrible misfortunes throughout their lifetime. Since she was left alone by most (including her own mother as she got older), Blackswan had to teach herself everything. She learned how to fight, especially when it came to feeding time. If she did not learn how to hold her own, she went to be hungry. Her two biggest brothers, Clayback and Redfern, thought of keeping her away from food as a game. They were twice her size at their young age and both male. Little Raven quickly learned her superb fighting skills this way. Now, as an adult, she could take on two male wolves, twice her size, and would win, even if she came out pretty banged up in the end. As the litter grew, Blackswan would tag along on hunting trips in her own stealthy way. The pack forbade her from ever going hunting, fearing that she would bring injury and bad luck to the hunters. For a month she had watched and taken mental notes until she felt ready to hunt for herself. She started going on her own hunting trips, taking down various creatures by herself, keeping it all for herself. She was never missed by the pack, they did not care where she went off to and were often disappointed when she returned hours later. One day her sister Reddawn decided to follow her to see where she went off to. The little snitch quickly told the back, and when Blackswan returned, the punished her by letting their soldiers take turns trying out their attacks on the she-wolf. Blackswan fought and fought, growing weaker each time she faced a new opponent until she could fight now more. The last wolf, Northstar, a promising young male, caused her injuries that left her with a slight life-long limp and a partial blindness, both on the right side of her body. Laying down, she was left for dead as her pack high-tailed out of the area. When Blackswan awoke, she saw her sister Cherryblossom sitting by her. Blackswan raised her head as her yellow eyes searched her sister's face, looking for answers. Cherryblossom had always been her playmate when she was younger, the only wolf who did not mind her unlucky coat. As they grew older, Cherryblossom drifted away, but was still kind to Blackswan, for she did not want to be shunned, but did not see why the others could not see the good in her sister. When Cherryblossom finally spoke, she told Raven how all the other cubs had chosen their Lunar Names. Cherryblossom informed Blackswan she had chosen the name Pen. Blackswan was confused as to why her sister was telling her this. It was not until after Cherryblossom left her, looking over her shoulder with sad eyes, apologising to her sister, did Blackswan understand. A pen was a female swan. Her sister, the one wolf she ever had closest to a friend, was honouring her by calling herself part of her sister's name, thought not directly. Blackswan spent several months roaming the moutnains, picking fights with rogue wolves and challenging herself in any way possible, training herself. Many often mistook her for a male, challenging her, and only after losing did they realise she was, in fact, a she. Blackswan used this to her advantage. She won more fights and the ones she was fighting would not hold back on her just because she was a girl. The she-wolf realised that she had never picked a Lunar Name, for she was not part of her pack's ceremony. What to call herself? While she ate she had been contemplating this, only to be interrupted by the flapping of wings. As she looked over she spied a couple of ravens squabbling over scraps. Blackswan realised she was more like them than anything. They were dark creatures often called bad omens. They were shunned and cast off, left to fend for themselves. Raven. A perfect name for herself. Raven Blackswan continued living as she did before her Lunar Name found her. While silently watching a pair of wolves from the dark shadows, she heard them talking about the pack lands, beyond the mountains and how one of the packs was in need of good leadership. They were a pack who took mixed blood. Once she heard the news, Raven took off. She soon arrived at Project Clearwater, fitting right in with an Alpha position, training others in the way of fighting, stealth, and hunting. She has finally found a place where she belongs.

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[Dorian Grayfoot]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=d8dcdf] Name: Dorian Grayfoot Sex: Male Birth-Date: March 2305 Age: 4 1/2-5ish Species: Full Moon Wolf Pack: Twin Oak Pack Rank: Epsilon Duty: Soldier Appearance: 90cm tall, 159cm long Coat is a peppered medium grey on the main body, tapering to white on the underbelly extending don the legs. The white hair also makes a neat little mask marking over his face. The fur over the ears is tinted red. Amber eyes Coal black nose Strong jaws with two missing teeth on the bottom in the very front of his mouth Medium coat length Thick boned, sturdy with a stocky body, sound joints, longer legs Well muscled which gives him the advantage in fighting and hunting even though he is not very fast or agile. He is built for strength rather than speed. Skills: Focused Very skilled at fighting and muscling his way through things Tracking Sorting out the liars Quick learner Personality: Dorian is usually a quiet fellow, a silent observer of the world around him. He feels that by remaining in the background he can learn a lot. Why talk when all he had to do was listen? When he does talk, he thoroughly enjoys it. Dorian is never one to start conversation, but once someone gets him going he can keep the conversation going for some time. As a pup he was taught his manners and still uses them to some extent today. He found out that if he was polite, he would get what he wanted. From a young age he had been taught to respect his superiors. He follows orders well and will most definitely respect those with a higher position than himself. When angered, Dorian is not a force to be reckoned with. He can become extremely violent, lashing out when ever he pleases and uses force to try to get what he wants. He resorts to yelling and any sort of intimidation he can find, he will use to his advantage. Most of the time he is very calm. It takes a lot of provoking to anger Dorian. History: As a young wolf, Grayfoot (as he was known as then) grew up with two sisters from his litter and one surviving older brother from his parents' first litter. Naturally, he wanted to follow his older brother around when he came to visit; he idolized him. Of course, Graysoot, Dorian's brother, was two years older and was ready to live his own life. He put up with Dorian and decided to teach him what he was learning to become a warrior. Obviously, Dorian benefited from this when it was his turn to learn his trade. As for his two sisters, Whitestone and Graylark, they loved their brother and followed him around constantly, wanting to be like him. Grayfoot, not realising that he had been the same way to his brother, would chase his sisters off, telling them to mind their own business. As they grew Graylark learned to despise her 'mean' brother and hasn't had anything to do with him since. Dorian realised the error of his ways and tried to make up for it, only to be met with silence. As for Whitestone, she accepted his apology and the two became, and still are, close friends. Dorian stayed in his pack and has never been out of pack lands in all his years alive. He was trained by the masters and takes his job seriously. Recently he has been having strange dreams of places other than the pack lands. He feels as if he is to be sent on a quest in the near future and is readying himself for it. Only time will tell what comes his way. Mate: none Children: none Living Family: Two sisters Close Friends: none Enemies: Nako Mortifer

[Aria Riversong]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=574030] Name: Aria Riversong Sex: Female Birth-Date: June 2036 Age: Three Species: Crescent Moon Wolf Pack: Wasteland Nomads Rank: Zeta Duty: Astrologer Appearance: 55cm tall; 145cm long 24kg Short ginger-brown coat. A line of sooty black fur running down the centre of her back to her tail with points extending out on her shoulders. There is a light dusting of the black along the sides of her body, as well as the upper half of her face. Her legs, ears, and the top of her muzzle have fur similar to terra cotta. Lighter beige fur adorns her stomach, the inside of her legs, underside of her tail, her chest, and the underside of her muzzle. Light brown eyes Lean face Ears are a bit more tapered nearing the tips Thick, powerful body with sturdy legs Skills: Running Dreams of the future/past Good at giving advice Excellent astronomer Learns new things quickly Personality: Ever since Riversong was a little pup she was a very adventurous spirit. She loves exploring and getting herself into interesting situations. She is a very fun-loving and optimistic wolf. She likes meeting other wolves and making new friends. She tries to avoid fighting as much as possible; she is the peacekeeper. She will usually run away from a fight instead of sticking around with the chance of getting injured. It takes a lot to get her mad, but she will never hold a grudge. She believes everyone deserves a second chance. Once she has her mind on something there is no trying to stop her or telling her otherwise. She often learns from her mistakes rather than others telling her not to do something. History: One warm, summer night a litter of three was birthed on the banks of a river. One pup did not survive, leaving the other two with their mother. The mother quickly moved her two cubs to safety in the nearby woods and began raising them by herself. Riversong and her brother Redtrout grew up knowing nothing more than their lone mother and the forest as their playground. They were constantly together; best friends. Their mother had done a fine job of raising them, even if she was all alone. No matter how much they asked their mother would never tell them anything about her old pack or their father. After sometime they just gave up, or rather forgot, about asking. As they grew up, they began to wander father away from their home. sometimes they would be gone for a couple days at a time. This, of course, worried their mother and she always had a few choice words for them when they returned. Even though their mother disciplined them harshly and demanded that they focus on her teachings, they loved her. Even if she was rough around the edges, deep down she had a large heart and truly cared for her children. One day when the siblings returned from one of their adventures, they saw that their mother was confronting a bear. They had never seen a bear, but their mother had told them what they looked like and how dangerous they could be. Knowing their mother could not stand the monster themselves, they wanted to help her. Sadly, both their mother and Redtrout ended up losing their lives. Riversong hated herself for being a coward and running away from it all. She had failed her mother and her best friend. Distraught, the young she-wolf ran. She ran for hours, not caring how much her legs ached, nor did she care where she was going. Eventually she ended up in the land of the Wasteland Nomads. One of the elder wolves took her in and treated her like her own daughter. Riversong quickly found her Lunar Name, Aria, and was in the ceremony with the rest of the wolves her age. Her faux mother, Jingo Ashpaw, taught her trade to Riversong, hoping that when she passed away Aria would take over. Everything went according to plan and Aria Riversong continues to live with the Wasteland Nomads as a young astrologer. Mate: none Children: none Living Family: Various older siblings. Younger sister to Quoth Swansong Close Friends: none Enemies: none

[Quoth Swansong]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=ab8463] Name: Quoth Swansong Sex: Female Birth-Date: May 2034 Age: Five Species: Crescent Moon Wolf Pack: Twin Oaks Rank: Gamma Duty: Hunter Appearance: 20in high/56in long 51lbs Very long for her height, but she still has a graceful look about her. Her legs are not too tall, but they aren't too short either, which just leaves them at what most would describe average. Quoth's head and muzzle are squared and strong which helps her in the long run since her pack duty is that of hunter Her coat colour ranges from a burnt sienna to smoky black blanketing the top of her back to beige on her underbelly. When her coat is long, lighter beige and grey hairs take over her main coat colour, lightning her a few shades. When her fur is shorter, the smoky black on her back is much more prevalent, seeing as it extends midway down her body as well the the entire length, engulfing the top of her head. Pale gold eyes Ears are somewhat short Skills: Endurance - Although she may not be the fastest hunter around, Quoth can last longer than most of the hunters. She can run over any terrain in any weather and temperature for twice as long as most wolf breeds without tiring Tracking - Being a hunter requires the ability to track prey. Quoth taught herself how to track even the smallest of prey over a distance of a few miles. Hunting Tactics - Quoth did not earn her Gamma position by mistake. She is a smart girl and can quickly figure out her prey's next move, as well as the movement of the whole herd or group. She is a wonderful strategist and often plans out the hunts before they start. Almost every time Quoth plans out a hunt, her hunting pack comes back with a kill. Personality: Quoth is a very outspoken and bold individual. She is not afraid to speak her mind and let others know exactly what she thinks. This has gotten her into trouble before, but never held her back in any extreme way. She acts on impulse most of the time which has caused her to be in trouble and has held her back in more ways than one. Quoth is a smart girl but she does not like to show it. She knows what she could accomplish if she could try, especially since her younger sister is the only known wolf in the land who could read and write. She chooses to play dumb, feeling that it is easier to get by in the world by doing that. She can be quite full of herself at times, always boasting and bragging and doing what is best for her. When she thinks about doing something she only sees how it will benefit or harm her, never anyone else. Quoth likes to be snarky and just plain rude at times. She knows she does this but she does not care, it is who she is. Underneath her personality that she shows to everyone else, Quoth is really a very insecure wolf. She has no clue what she wants and only acts the way she does to make it seems like shes on top of things and knows what she wants in life. She never shows her true, vulnerable side to anyone. That would be a weakness that would harm her. History: Quoth Swansong was born third in a little of four to a pair of wolves who made their home in the wandering lands. Her litter had two males and two females, a nice eve number. They were born on a strangely cool day in May, which caused Quoth and her older brother to become very sick. Despite almost dying, they pulled through. This near death experience is what earned Swansong her name at the time. As the four pups grew their parents began to teach them different survival skills that would benefit them in the wandering lands. They also chose to teach their children skills that would earn them a job if the ever decided to join a pack. While her mother tuaght her sister and older brother how to fish, her father taught Swansong and her younger brother the ifne art of hunting large game. He taught them how to track, how to kill with one bite, how to take down something alrge by themselves, and the list went on and on. Swansong loved her lessons and vowed to join a pack one day and become their best hunter. One day when she was very young, Swansongs mother decided how to teach her to read. At her age Swansong seemed to be the only cub willing enough to try. Her mother taught her the basics and even how to read simple paragraphs. She also decided to teach her to write the alphabet and simple sentences with a stick in her mouth or with her paw in the dirt. As a young child, Quoth loved to learn these things. As she got older she felt that being the only one to know this made her different. Her brothers and sister began to poke fun at her reading and writing skills. After that she stopped for good, fearing that this would happen for the rest of her life. Her skill would become her secret. Swansong continued to have a wonderful life with her parents and siblings as she grew into a fine young lady. When the day came for the children to pick their lunar names, Swansong chose Quoth. A silly word, yes; a name, no. Her siblings asked her why she chose such a strange name. She told them the moon picked it for her, but the truth was her mother used to recite to her a long poem about a raven. The word Quoth had always stuck out to her as something fascinating, even though she never found out what it really meant. That poem meant a lot to her. Her mother would recite it when she was little a few nights a week as her bed time story. It soon became her favourite and she even took the time to memorize most of it. Once Quoth Swansong left her parents, she quickly found the Twin Oaks pack and joined. She was promoted to a hunter and quickly moved up the ranks with a little guidance from her mentor. She currently lives in the Twin Oaks pack as one of their Gamma Hunters. Mate: none Children: none Living Family: Three siblings of the same age and one younger sister (Aria Riversong) Close Friends: none Enemies: Nako Mortifer

[Conrad Dragonheart]

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[atrb=width,317][atrb=height,658][atrb=background,http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z418/Cinematicproductions/Conradtablemid.png] [scrolly:h(436),w(300),as(position:relative; top: -30px; left:3px; margin:5px;padding:3px;)sy] Name: Conrad Dragonheart Sex: Male Birth-Date: July 2306 Age: Four Species: New Moon Wolf Pack: Project Clearlake Rank: Zeta Duty: Fisher Appearance: 20in tall/55in long 46lbs A lithe body on top of long legs. Conrad has a deep, but narrow, chest. His back is more curved, giving him a more dog-like conformation. His legs are medium in thickness and rest on top of rather large paws. His tail is bushy and curved toward his back. His coat is of medium length fur for most of the year. His coat is smoky black with some patches of grayish fur mixed in. He has white markings that cover his underbelly, inside legs, under his jaw, and on his chest. These marking remble that of a husky dog. Conrad's muzzle is long and narrow, as is the rest of his head. His ears are rather large looking and the tip of his left ear flops down. Amber, medium sized eyes Skills: Speed - Because of his long, lanky frame, Conrad is able to move at very fasat speeds. His long legs tend to cover much more ground thatn most of the wolves in his pack. Agility- Even though he is tall and lanky, Conrad is surprisingly agile. He can dodge in and out of things in record time. He can stop and turn on a dime, all things that are necessary for a Fisher. Swimming - Quite naturally Conrad is a good swimmer. This skill tends to come in handy when one's duty is to be a Fisher. Personality: OCD - He is a very obsessive compulsive individual. His OCD is over order. Everything has to be orderly; the pack, his daily schedule, the ricks sitting near him when he is eating, etc. This also causes him to be very maticulous with evrything he does Nervous - Conrad is constantly nervous about anything and everything. This nervousness is generally toward anything that could potentially harm himself or another wolf. Anxious + Worried - He becomes anxious when things are way out of his control and/or when things are out of order. Sarcastic - Conrad has a very dry, sarcastic sense of humour. Most things that come out of his mouth are said in a rather sarcastic tone, even if he doesn't mean it to come out that way. Social Skills - are lacking. Conrad doesn't spend much time with other wolves. Mostly because he doesn't want to and most wolves would rather not be a roudn a criticizing, sarcastic wolf. This is also why he is a fisher. He can do everything by himself without having to deal with other wolves. Conrad is also semi-afriad of close, personal relationships which can account for his lack of friends. Intelligence + Curious - Conrad is not stupid, but he is not a genius. He is smarter than average but not the best. He is always very, very interested in learning things about the ecosystem and the lupine body. Nerdy - If Conrad had to be described as anything it would probably be along the lines of nerdy. History: Conrad was born into his pack. His parents were two of the pack soldiers. Valuable pack soldier at that. Conrad was the third pup in a litter of three boys. Seeing as his parents were fearless warriors, they decided that all their children should be as well. This prompted them to give the boys names that belonged to strong warrios. Therefore, Battlecry, Bonecrusher, and Dragonheart were named. As the pups grew, Dragonheart and his brothers were constantly trained by their mother and father to be soldiers. Battlecry and Bonecrusher took to it immediately and vowed to be outstanding soldiers for the pack. They were big for their breed and stocky, all muscle. Dragonheart, on the other hand, was tall and lanky. He was built for speed and agility, not for battle like his brothers. The boys' personalities could not be any different. Dragonheart was the polar opposite from his two brothers, which made him the object of their torment. Dragonheart's parents were disappointed in him when he didnt show any interest in becoming a soldier. When it was time for the cubs to pick their duties and Lunar names, Dragonheart was the only odd one out. He picked to become a Fisher, while both of his brothers were Soldiers. Battlecry and Bonecrusher also picked Lunar names 'fit for warriors'; Caesar and Fang. Dragonheart picked the not so popular name Conrad. Conrad's parents and brother Fang Bonecrusher died soon after in a small battle between a wandering pack and the Clearlake wolves. Conrad and Caesar grew a bit closer during this hard time and both remained in the pack, fulfilling their duties. Mate: none Children: none Living Family: One brother Close Friends: none Enemies: none [/scrolly]

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