Name:
Kade Jackson

Gender:
Cis female.

Age:
29 years old.

Sexual Orientation:
Homosexual/romantic.

Rank:
Alpha.

Appearance:
Barely topping five feet tall and maybe 110 lbs, Kade is not imposing as a human. She is solid and sturdy, with an athletic build. Her skin is dark brown; she can often be seen wearing a white tank top and jeans. Her eyes are black, as is her hair, which is natural and curly and often held back with a strip of cloth or a bandanna. She looks friendly and approachable, likely because she is. Her nose is straight as an arrow (unlike her) and her lips are full and always seem just a second away from a smile.

In her wolf form, Kade is much more threatening. Werewolves' wolf forms are already closer to direwolves than the wolves we know today, and for a female, she is massive, standing at four feet at the shoulder and weighing close to 300 lbs. Her fur is all brown, not a common color but not outside the range of possibilities.

Personality:
Generally, Kade is a levelheaded individual. She excels in conflict resolution, possessing the ability to see things from multiple points of view. Having been groomed almost from birth to be an alpha, she is quite good and comfortable in the role. She holds on to life with a fierceness; she loves to be alive and loves to be around family and friends. She is a social creature, well-suited to pack life, and she would go to great lengths to preserve and protect her pack. No one is without inherent worth to her, hence why her pack has no omega rank.

Despite a friendly, outgoing nature, Kade is less than friendly when the safety of herself or those under her protection are threatened. She doesn’t hold with challengers for her position as alpha, and has often told others in the past that if they don’t like how she runs things, they can get the hell out. Within her pack, she handles things with an iron fist, though she is by no means cruel - she believes in doing it right the first time, a sentiment that is often ingrained in the werewolves under her command quickly.

History:
From the day she was born, Kade was raised to be the next alpha. Though the alpha rank is rarely one that passes through family, no one in the pack objected to this grooming, hoping that the young one would grow to be like her parents. She had a relatively normal childhood, though there were only a few other young ones in her pack at the time. She was homeschooled, as all the children were, until high school; she began to attend the public high school in her city for freshman year and excelled there, joining and becoming part of the leadership in various clubs and groups. Her parents were very proud.

She went off for college, and has a masters degree in business administration. At the age of 26, she answered the instinctual call to return to her pack, and found that her father had died while she was away. Her mother hadn't told her, for fear it would disrupt her studies and she would come home before finishing her schooling. While Kade grieved, her mother slowly passed leadership on to her, and the pack drew her out of her sadness. Her mother, as it turned out, had cancer, and died within a year.

Now the sole alpha, Kade moved the pack to their new town of eternal night, hoping it would help to protect them. She opened a small bakery and she employs pack members at.

Family:
Name - Relation - Status

Kate Jackson - Mother - Deceased
Kade already took her time to mourn her mother, and now thinks of her often and lovingly. They were very close, and she is missed greatly.

James Jackson - Father - Deceased
Kade and her father were also close; she was certainly a daddy's girl, and she wishes her mother had told her about his death.

Relationships:
I'll update as we go, eh?

Other:
Nothing I can think of.

RP Sample:
I don't need this from myself.

Bernadette Brown



Age:
26 years old.

Gender:
Female.

Sexual Orientation:
Pansexual | Panromantic.

Rank:
Beta tryout. Subordinate if not.

Appearance:
As a wolf Bernadette is a decent sized she-wolf, not overly large or exceptionally small. She has long legs and a sleek body, her fur medium length, ears large and head narrow with a tapering muzzle that ends with a black nose. Her pelt is predominately a very pale gray, tipped with black hairs that create a notable pattern along her back, shoulders and sides. Her fur turns to more of a cream color around the face, ears, legs and paws. Her normally brown eyes change to a light golden color in this form.



As a human Bernadette is a fairly tall woman, reaching 5'10" and weighing 170 pounds. Her skin is light brown and she has short, chin-length black hair that curls at the ends. Her eyes are almond shaped and a very dark shade of brown that can appear black depending on lighting. Her body is sturdy and strong, made up of firm, wiry muscle. Bernadette has always been considered a bit 'boyish', rarely seen in anything beyond a t-shirt, jeans, combat boots and a black leather jacket. A long, jagged scar stretches from just above the left eyebrow down to the cheekbone. She is of Choctaw, Chickasaw and African-American descent.

Personality:
Friendly and compassionate. While she certainly has the strength and authority to bully or push other wolves around Bernadette would rather come to settle things without resorting to a brawl, always willing to talk things over first before starting a fight. She appears to have an almost endless amount of patience and will only turn to violence as a last resort. Even then killing will be avoided at all costs if she can help it. Despite her reluctance to fight without reason she has exemplary battle skills which ultimately earned her the rank of Beta alongside her steadfast loyalty and reliability.

History:
Bernadette and her brother Damien were brought to town as children , officially introduced into the pack when she was around 12 and Damien only 3. Bernadette embraced her new family and came to enjoy her work as an apprentice and later a subordinate the older she became, but Damien grew resentful with age. Bernadette attempted to sooth her brother's unhappiness, but it soon became clear Damien's bitterness was inconsolable and he despised his role in an organized pack.

Eventually their differences in opinion led to a drift, though Bernadette still looks after him and insists on being part of his life. Before joining the pack the siblings grew up in foster care and Bernadette has always served as a sort of mother for Damien as well as his sister. Though they had adults to watch over them as young wolves he found more comfort with her than them and at times Bernadette still finds herself tending to him in the ways she used to. Family is forever after all. Blood will bind them together until the end of their days.

Family:
[ Damien Brown | Younger Brother | Adoptable ]

Relationships:
TBD.

Theme Song:
King And Lionheart - Of Monsters And Men.

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Ignatius Cross



Age:
27 years old.

Gender:
Demi Guy. Biologically male, but Ignatius doesn’t view gender as an internal identity. Still uses and accepts masculine pronouns for the sake of simplicity.

Sexual Orientation:
Demisexual | Demiromantic.

Rank:
Subordinate.

Appearance:
A tall wolf with long legs and a lean, lightly muscled build. Black fur marks the muzzle, while dark points tip the tail and run down the front legs in a straight line. His coat is predominantly a light gray-brown, the upper half of his body covered in black tipped hairs while his ears, shoulders and hind legs are more of a deep russet color. His eyes are a piercing amber with coppery undertones and his pelt is short, but dense.



In human form Ignatius has a svelte, distinguished look about him. He’s a tall man with a lithe build made up of lean muscle, reaching an even 6’1” and weighing in around 175 pounds. His skin is tan and his narrow eyes are a pale shade of amber flecked with copper. His hair is a rich chestnut color and styled in a pompadour, with the sides and back of the head clipped short while the hair along his crown is kept longer and usually swept backward.

He has a squared facial shape, his features sharp as a knife with high cheekbones, a pointed nose and hooded eyes. Ignatius tends to favor fashionable clothing that remain in surprisingly good condition considering his new lifestyle. His favorite outfit is a fine black jacket worn over a white shirt and dark skinny jeans. A golden chain adorns his neck, a cross dangling at the bottom. Both ears are pierced with black and gold studs to match the chain and a tattoo of thorned vines stretches from the left wrist all the way up to the elbow. He is of Basque, Spanish and Andalusian descent.

Personality:
He's a bit of an odd duck to say the least. In the long run Ignatius has a difficult time connecting with people on a personal level. He is naturally self-centered as a result, most focused on his own wants and what he thinks his friends and family need. This may not align with what they actually want or need. He prefers not to spill blood, as he finds violence in and of itself barbaric, generally a very hands off unless personally involved somehow, in which case you might be surprised by how vicious he can prove.

This makes him more or less harmless if left to his own devices, save for perhaps potentially emotionally scarring someone who isn't prepared to handle his personality. Ignatius is so caught up in his own ideals he rarely considers each person he interacts with as an individual unless they've managed to somehow be included in his 'inner circle'. He doesn't appear to be aware of his own cruelty, left puzzled when others avoid his company.

Despite his less than approachable attitude he enjoys being around people, craving attention and affection. He's a rather lonely man in truth, with only his cat Peaches desiring his company for the most part. He doesn’t always understand or consider boundaries. This usually shows itself in the form of him 'borrowing' things that don’t belong to him, he never ceases to be surprised when this upsets someone, but he also appears to not know the meaning of personal space, often touching or leaning close to people. While it can certainly be unsettling it is not done out of malice or with ill intention.

History:

Family:
None in town.

Relationships:
TBD.

Theme Song:
Kill The Lights - Set It Off.

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Viktor Kurylenko



Age:
24 years old.

Gender:
Male.

Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual | Biromantic.

Rank:
Loner. Eventual subordinate potentially.

Appearance:
A brawny wolf with a thick pelt made up of various shades of brown, namely a light reddish tan with dark tipped guard hairs and creamy underfur. He has strong legs and sizable paws equipped with sharpened black claws, his build overall athletic and muscular. Viktor's eyes are a vibrant golden color in this form, small flecks of emerald surrounding the pupils . They always seem to carry a certain sense of mischief. He is well suited for colder weather with small ears that let out less body heat and a dense undercoat.



As a man Viktor reaches decent height at 5'11", weighing 194 pounds. As in his wolf form, his build is athletic and physically fit without being excessively muscular. Born the only child of a Ukrainian father and an Irish Romani mother, the later heritage shows in his complexion, dusky and olive-skinned. His hair is a very dark brown, trimmed close to the skull along the back and one side of the head, but longer at the top. The lengthier areas of hair tend to be rather untidy and swept to the side so some of it hangs over one of his eyes. Naturally a tad wavy, this only adds to his overall wild and untamed image. He has a somewhat angular chin that leads into a more square-cut jawline and defined cheekbones, creating an almost diamond shape to his face.

His eyes are deep set and a bright shade of emerald, lighter flecks of green found throughout the iris, and set beneath thick, dark eyebrows. His nose is long and curved, perhaps slightly crooked from a previous break that never healed correctly. Usual attire consists of a sleeveless shirt, ripped jeans and boots or sneakers. He's not exactly a fashionista as you can probably tell. The left eyebrow is pierced with silver studs as is the ear and the bottom lip is pierced through by black double hoops near the edge of his mouth. The right arm has a full sleeve tattoo of various insects and this theme continues onto the rest of his body. Clearly a fan of the creepy crawlies.

Personality:
Facetious and carefree with a questionable sense of humor. Viktor hardly takes anything in life all that seriously. He could be on his deathbed or in the middle of the fiercest fight of his life and still be making inappropriate jokes. He crosses most people as arrogant and obnoxious for good reason and there are plenty of rumors floating around suggesting he is a cannibal and though they of course aren’t true he encourages them, finding the whole boogeyman persona people have built up for him highly amusing. He is perverse in nature with a personality hard to handle in large doses and it certainly doesn’t help that he tends to hit on everyone he meets to some degree. Be prepared for a plethora of horrible pickup lines.

Everything is fun and games with Viktor until you manage to piss him off. In that case it may be best to get the hell out of Dodge, as he’s completely ruthless concerning potential threats and prone to holding grudges. Beneath his haughty exterior is someone far more intelligent than he's often given credit for, preferring to be viewed as a hedonistic idiot so they don’t know to expect better. Despite his tendencies to flirt he rarely follows through with anything he implies considering the people his comments are aimed at usually aren’t feeling the love. He tends to linger just outside pack boundaries, but occasionally enters town and makes a nuisance of himself.

History:

Family:
None in town.

Relationships:
TBD.

Theme Song:
SAIL - Awolnation.

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Arvia Jäger



Age:
28 years old.

Gender:
Female.

Sexual Orientation:
A mystery. She doesn't feel any need to label herself, but appears to be drawn to other women more than men.

Rank:
Subordinate.

Appearance:
A tall, lithe she-wolf with dark blue-gray fur tipped with black along the back, tail and ears. The fur of her muzzle, paws and underbelly are a mucher pale, almost silver gray color and the brightest points of her body. Her nose is black and her ears become more of a burnished gold color.



Arvia is a woman of decent height, no taller than 5’7”. Her skin is light brown and her eyes a dark shade of blue-gray. Her face is somewhat round with a subtly squared jawline, her build agile and slender, though she’s far from dainty. She has long silver hair that flows past her shoulders in gentle waves, the roots are her natural black haircolor. Her ears and nose are pierced with silver studs and a tribal tattoo of a wolf with with a gaping mouth decorates the right shoulder in black ink. She is of German and South African descent.

Personality:
Cunning and crafty. She is not without mercy and regards other werewolves with genuine warmth and kindness, but she is not a woman who is afraid to make hard, possibly amoral decisions if she feels it is the right choice. She is level-headed and so very chill. Not many people can claim to have ever heard Arvia so much as raise her voice and she’s the sort who always has a lax smile on her face. Subtly playful and humorous in demeanor, she treats her fellow wolves as friends until given a reason not to.

Arvia can be bluntly honest, believing the truth is always the better option even if it potentially hurts someone. Of course, there are some secrets that are meant to be kept, but generally she doesn't enjoy lying to people even if she is frighteningly good at it. Despite her innocuous appearance, Arvia is quite skilled on the battlefield and a force to be reckoned with. She won't hesitate to take out any who dare to threaten Kade's leadership.

History:

Family:
None in town.

Relationships:
TBD.

Will probably crush on Kade a lil' bit.

Theme Song:
Wolves Without Teeth - Of Monsters And Men.

Other:
From Germany so she has a distinguishable accent.

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RP Sample:
From Z O D I A C.

The last thing Aries could remember before the fall was the final battle with Ophiuchus. He hadn't been beaten without a fight, channeling the energy of Mars and sending forth bursts of red hot flame with the intent of burning the betrayer down to nothing. His brazen attempt was unsuccessful and Aries was cast down to the mortal realm along with the others.

The pain of landing was so intense his vision blackened, crashing down to the Earth below in the form of a shooting star and only changing once his consciousness was lost. The first thing he felt upon waking, beyond agony, was shame. This failure would continue to resonate with him for as long as his banishment lasted.

He forced himself into a sitting position and in that moment noticed he was not the same as before. The presence of people around him did not go unnoticed, but he didn't pay them much mind as his eyes adjusted to the blinding light and he examined his new appearance. Human like almost, save for the horns sprouting from his skull. They felt heavy, but it did not take long to become accustomed to their added weight as he rose to his feet.

As he returned to a full sense of consciousness, he realized the people surrounding him were actually his fellow Zodiacs, and they had been gathered into a room by a tiny woman (he assumed) with the features of a rodent. Her questions had his gaze sharpening, but all things considered, he supposed any monarch might wonder why twelve members of an unknown species had landed on her planet. Still, he wasn’t a fan of the hostility in her voice and offered her no answers as Aquarius, Taurus and some of the others responded with similar distaste.

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Name:
Kenna Renaude
Gender:
Agender. She uses feminine pronouns.
Age:
26
Sexual Orientation:
Panromantic, asexual
Rank:
Subordinate

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Appearance:
As a human, Kenna is fairly tall standing at 5'8" and weighing in at 150 pounds. She is muscular, but the muscle is not the bulky muscle of a body but rather that of a runner. She wears her brunette hair long, although she mostly pulls it into a ponytail to keep it out of her face. High cheekbones help to accentuate the warm mahogany color of her eyes, well framed by thick lashes that aren't particularly long. Her pale skin is often tinged with the red hints of a sunburn, and the bridge of her nose is splattered with freckles. Not one to spend much time worrying about her appearance, she usually doesn't wear makeup other than eyeliner and a little bit of mascara to make her lashes look longer. Preferring comfort over beauty, she is almost always found in a pair of well worn jeans and a loose t-shirt. Kenna prefers to go barefoot whenever possible, but will wear sneakers when shoes are required.

When in her fur, Kenna is considered a medium sized wolf with a thinner build than the average wolf. Her coat varies in color from a lighter grey or ochre in the warmer months to a darker reddish brown during the winter, but it is always thick, hiding her musculature. This female is not powerful physically, lacking in the necessary muscular build, however she is not helpless. Instead, her body lends itself to speed and agility, making her a formidable opponent and an excellent huntress. She is often called lanky, however this is not a bad thing. Her slender build and supple muscles make it easy for her to almost disappear among the trees of the place she calls home.

Kenna has a rather long muzzle that is accentuated by patches of white fur. Her teeth are kept constantly sharp by the bones she loves to gnaw on, which also help to strengthen her jaw. Her ears are almost perfectly triangular in shape, but complement her long face perfectly. Her eyes are a deep amber in color and often seem to sparkle with mischief.
Personality:
Kenna has a myriad of personality traits, some of them contradictory. She is multi-faceted and cannot be described in one word, or even one paragraph. To start, she isn't too fond of strangers. She is not rude, however she is not friendly to those she does not know. Often times, she will not acknowledge those who are new to her, acting as if they do not exist at all. However, she will watch them closely, trying to determine their intentions and whether or not she should allow them to get closer to her. If she deems the newcomer worthy, she will begin to speak to them, usually simply answering questions directly aimed at her. Kenna figures that if that person can tolerate her short responses long enough to actually get to know her, then they must be alright.

However, once she considers someone her friend, her entire demeanor changes drastically. With her friends, Kenna is over-the-top and easily excitable. She still doesn't speak much, but her body language makes it obvious that her opinion of that person has changed. As well as being incredibly friendly, this she-wolf is also very protective of her friends and relatives. She will not hesitate to throw herself into battle to protect their safety. In such battles, Kenna is nearly unstoppable, her fury driving her through the most painful of her injuries.

When she is alone, her personality changes once again. She hates total silence, and will do any number of things to break it, most often chattering softly to herself. She also enjoys playing with her food when she's caught it by herself, tearing into it with her powerful jaws and tossing it over her shoulder. Another of her favorite things to do is to collect lose feathers and display them in her home.

So, in short, Kenna loves others, but she doesn't. She hates to be alone, but she doesn't like crowds. She also has a very impressive temper, although this is not unusual of a werewolf.
History:
Kenna and her older sister were born into a pack that no longer exists, although she doesn't miss them as they were hunted when she was still very young. A neighboring pack took the two girls in and raised them as their own, meaning they wanted for nothing. The sisters were very close growing up, until they hit their teenage years and realized they wanted different things. Unlike her sister, Kenna didn't want to stay with their small pack for the rest of her life. Once she turned 18 the she-wolf left her pack to travel, leaving her sister behind.

After living a wanderer's lifestyle for several years, Kenna stumbled across the town she currently resides in. She was here when night first fell, and watched as many of the people she'd grown to care about moved away due to their fear. When the pack moved in, she quickly jumped on the opportunity to once again be a part of a family of sorts.
Family:
Player's choice | Sister-alive | Adoptable
Relationships:
Melody Emerson-crush

RP Sample:
Leigh's screams of pain echoed across the water as his hands flew up to where his antlers had been. His body was shaking as the pain and shock washed over him and mingled with the fear already pumping through his body. However, the onslaught had stopped for now as Lilith paced back and forth on the deck in front of the two males. The need for revenge was strong inside her, but she wasn't this heartless. Blue eyes flickered over to Bjorn and she stepped closer to take the antlers from him with a grin. She too knew that they were getting firmly into the Queen's waters and that Bjorn and his crew would be put to death if Leigh was discovered in this condition on the ship. "I've gotten enough pleasure out of this, Captain."

Pausing, she turned to study the deer with a thoughtful expression. She knew that his blindness was only temporary, but that he'd permanently have scars. Killing him would be merciful at this point, and she wasn't feeling merciful. "It would be kind to kill him at this point. I think we should let him live. Toss him overboard near Tartuga and leave his survival up to him. After all, he was so willing to toss me into the waters."