The Laws & Pack Bios « Thread Started on May 7, 2007, 10:05pm »
In Character Laws Respect & Obey those of higher rank. Be an active member of the pack. No begging No force breeding or murdering without alpha permission [PM] Loyalty & Honor Required
Out Of Character Laws Out of character talk goes in at the end in "[]" at the end of a post No Fighting out of character Posts no shorter that 100 words. Respect the other members
How To Join PM Shadow Post a 100 word + post Understand all the above laws
Pack Bios are below so you can get to know the characters
Tarak: Un-ranked Male « Reply #1 on May 7, 2007, 10:09pm »
Name: Tarak
Age: Six
Breed: Grey Wolf
Weight [96]
Alliance: Dark
Personality: A strong determination to do what is right, and always try’s thinks through his problems at hand and has pride in being smart and calm when going through a tough situation. If feeling threatened or cheated he has no regrets with fighting or doing other means of preserving his dignity. He has an overall easy going temperament and can carry out orders and demands from higher rankings pack members. Very loyal to those who which he cares about.
Eye Color: Brown, when mad they have a dangerous glint to them.
Past: With his mother Ellifain and his father Allanon coming from diffrent packs, Tarak was always confused with the pressure of war and family disputes. At the small age of 2yrs he left his fathers side and became an outcast to everyone he ever new, and had no pack to call home. As he sorted out his emotions while trespassing through other territories, he chose the Earth Alliance and forbade himself to ever turn to the other packs again.
Gender: Male
Description: Pure Black and well built, tall, strong and healthy, shows some years of hardship with a scar on his left shoulder blade.
Hagen: Alpha male « Reply #2 on May 7, 2007, 10:11pm »
Name: Hagen Age: 4 yrs Gender: Brute Breed: Timber Eye Color: Stone Grey Description: Hagen is a large wolf, weighing around 170 lbs. His pelt is a mixture of grey and brown, his eyes a light stone grey that shimmers in the soft moonlight. He’s deeply scarred on the shoulders, and over his right eye from a life of misery and abandonment. His claws are sharp as razor blades, ready to rip and shred at the slightest provocation. His tongue is a red ribbon that spills over a large set of ivory fangs. He smells of soft underbrush, and the evergreens of his home territory. He’s very distinct, intimidating, strong, yet with kind eyes that seduce the most reluctant of faes. When confronted in battle his eyes fade to a darker grey and glimmer with vicious ferocity. He’s intense in every motion. If he’s angry it will be known from the tensing of his well muscles shoulders to the bristling of his long coat. If he’s captivated with a fae, his stance will relax and the heat in his eyes will flare with an intense fire. He has an unabashed character, not afraid of embracing his emotions and displaying them plainly. Yet if he doesn’t know a wolf he can easily mask his eyes, closing himself off to the intruder. He never trusts right off. Trust is too costly.
Personality: He is a virtuous brute. He lives a life of darkness, killing for pleasure, yet he has another side to him, if only you can unlock it. He is neither good nor bad, but a mix, somewhere on the border between evil and pure. He has a weakness for seductive faes, or damsels in distress. He has a very protective nature. Once one earns his respect he is forever bound to them. He would die in an instant for one he is bound to protect. Pack is family. He believes that love for a fae could exist but that he has been cursed, destined to roam alone, unattached, unfeeling for all his days. He uses faes for the joy of the chase, rarely anything more. To get past his vicious façade one must expel strenuous amounts of effort. Many never try. Yet that is the ultimate test to him… those that dare to get close to him, and do not immediately fear him… they are the ones worth keeping around. If they aren’t strong enough they are nothing to him. In battle he is unmerciful, but will rarely fight unless provoked. He is head strong, and determined and never backs down, no matter the consequences. It’s all or nothing with this wolf.
History: He was left to die by the alpha of his former pack, a few months after his birth. He wandered aimlessly, desperately searching for shelter, but unable to return to his home. He was exiled. For the first year of life he struggled on his own, facing death frequently. He can truly say he knows what starvation is. He taught himself to hunt, and slowly brought himself back from the edge of death. He grew stronger each day, and as he began to mature he wished to prove himself. He was at the edge of despair, completely alone. He ached for confrontation. He returned to his pack, eyes full of hate. He spotted the alpha immediately. His eyes were a bright yellow, and his black coat shone in the heat of the sun. The earth was scorching his paws as he stepped into the territory, but all pain was blocked from his mind. He fought a battle that waged deep into the night. The faes could do nothing but stand in awe of the two vicious brutes. Finally, he saw Marzar, the alpha growing weak. He lunged and ripped at the warmth of his throat. Blood sprayed against his coat, matting his fur, and dying it crimson red. He tore out his larynx and stood panting, exhausted. And with that, his anger extinguished, as the light faded from Marzar’s eyes Hagen faded into the night. He wandered for many days and nights, running long and hard, attempting to expel his memories. He searched out a new land… one he could claim for his own.