:~: Korea :~:
its much better, but all I wanted you to do is make it more realistic with more flaws in the rp example, but it's good :) I will not be adding him to the character sheets yet since it's only the first day of the rp and potato isn't done with her form. And since I can only accept two wolves and we have three wolves that signed up I have to Decided witch ones

:~: Update :~:

Just added a new table in information, I added the trying outs witch is basically for those who are yet to be accepted, because everyone need to wait three days or until I feel it's a good enough time for everyone or just one person to be added to official character sheets.

:~: Potato Lord :~:

It was very beautifully writen :). And I really love your characters can't wait to see how all the characters from wolves to humans play out, I'm really looking forward to this Rp

:~: DragoGirl :~:
I noticed the picture in your form :) and yes I hope it will be very helpful as well.

One more thing you may add unless you don't want to, is bold

<*b>Name<*/b> = Name

<*b>Age<*/b> = Age

Just get rid of * but the bold is not needed just if you want to add it :)

:~: Rainbowiest :~:
There is no reserving aloud except for me and naipherah since she helped me make this rp. But you are able to try out and I will pick the two best

:~: Pastelpups :~:
Loved it, and I will add the character down if only two people sign up for that role then it's yours but if four people sign up for that rank, I will have to choose between them and take two. But other then that she has been addes to the trying out section

"The vision to see, the faith to believe, and the will to do will take you anywhere you go."

Name
Xena

Age
1 year, 10 months

Gender
Feminine

Breed
Siberian Husky (80%) x Alaskan Husky (10%) x Unknown (10%)

Height
24 inches

Weight
50 pounds

Team
Snow Sweepers

Position
Swing Dog

Description
Xena is a medium sized thing only measuring up to 24 inches and weighing about 50 lbs. Upon first glance it is noticeable this she-dog has a soft, pretty pelt of many shades of black, brown, gray, and white. Her back legs, back of her ears, part of her head, her back, part of her tail, her underfur, and just part of the back of her neck and her back and tail are a beautiful shade of brown. As expected for a siberian husky mutt (meaning her other heritage isn't known), the she-dog has the usual husky markings, with white on her face, neck, chest, underfur and down all the way to her paws. There are many other markings onDespite her abilities, Xena has a few scars, most earned from fighting and/or scratching herself on different things during her travels as a younger, plus her travels as a sled dog now. One short one on the right side of her neck, one slightly longer one on her left front leg, below her right front leg's elbow, and a few more, though a good amount of scars she has are not too noticeable.

Xena's tail tip is entirely pure black in relation to the rest of the fur on her body. She has brilliant blue-colored eyes which stare fearlessly into anyone's whether it be a huge male wolf or a tiny rabbit she is claiming for lunch. Despite Xena's small stature she carries herself with the utmost dignity and dominance and is actually quite physically powerful, as comes down from her alaskan malamute, other, and possibly wolf heritage. Though, unlike a good amount of sled dogs, she doesn't have the usual broad shoulders. Instead, she has a pretty set of smaller (not broad) shoulders, about the size of a border collie’s, almost the width of a greyhounds. Carrying herself gracefully with a dignified dominance, most of the time, if not always, the atmosphere around the she-dog is of a fierce nature. She makes up for what she lacks in size with resilience, ferocity, and strength often being able to tire out even the biggest of enemies.

Personality
Xena once gave all her trust to one canine, but that dependence seemed to cause the she-dog a lot more grief than she could handle. Because of that violation of trust Xena has trouble placing any amount of faith in anyone. Whether she is confronted aggressively or greeted peacefully by a stranger she will always respond with hostility and suspicion. In a way everyone is an enemy in the sunset colored she-dog's brown eyes.

This she-dog has an ego that outweighs her stature and is unbelievably stubborn when her pride is on the line. She’ll always be reluctant to step down or admit she’s wrong. But, this is not because she thinks extremely highly of herself; rather, she does not want others to look down upon her, and would hope they wouldn't waste their time helping her. She doesn't think lowly of herself either. Simply, she is in between about her own self. Being a young member of the patrol dogs, she hasn't been able to work her way up yet to the respect she believes she deserves and works hard to do so.

The few times Xena is docile are when she’s tired or weakened, but even in those times she’ll still act defensive. Despite the way she outwardly appears she is a smart dog though sometimes her intelligence is overshadowed by her big ego and leaves her mind clouded. Xena also seems to have superb reading ability and a battle-inclined mind due to her upbringing. When she’s not using her head she acts on pure instinct and emotion which may spell disaster for her in future situations.

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Name
Keir

Age
4 years, 5 months

Gender
Masculine

Breed
Arctic Wolf (70%) x Canadian Timber Wolf (15%) Alaskan Tundra Wolf (15%)

Height
38 inches

Weight
190 pounds

Description
A fearsome, yet attractive, male with a coat of pure white, non-surprisingly for a wolf in the arctic. He does have just a bit of brown mixed into his fur in random spots, but not very much, and he can still perfectly blend into the snow when hunting. Along with this, the fearsome brute has terrifying and intimidating yellow eyes that can intensely stare at one as if he is staring into one's soul. Standing at a fearsome 3.1 feet (38 inches, at the shoulder) and weighing at a startling 190 pounds (a lot of it muscle), Keir is certainly larger than most wolves, and is typically a beast of a male, with an immense amount of strength, like his father before him. He has rippling muscles like stone to the touch, earned from violent and rather aggressive training (from his father+by himself), and the large quantity of fights he has fought in his lifetime. Due to his size and intimidating figure, Keir is a canine known to strike fear into others, having a fearsome appearance.

In addition to his other fierce qualities, this large male has elongated, very sharp canine teeth, much resembling just smaller versions of the extinct dire wolves that used to roam the lands. This broad-shouldered male has a few scars on his body from the many battles he has fought, including one down across his dorsal bridge (nose) from his mortal enemy [OPEN], a long one down/across the left side of his neck, three faint claw marks on his left back leg. Keir also has other various scars on his pelt, but none as significant as the ones mentioned before. Despite all the scars Keir wears, the brute is still an attractive wolf, though he does appear as a fearsome and intimidating brute- his name, voice, fur, scars, piercing eyes, incredibly sharp teeth, and his massive, muscular body all making this so.

Personality
Living a life tainted by loss, Keir is very aggressive, an intimidating and impressive fighter, with a personality alike to that of an army general. Tough and merciless, he's not one to show any sign of mercy or submissiveness. If he has a legitimate reason, this fearless brute will take on any opponent and will rush into a fight, though his strength and size is very helpful. Lacking fear overall, there is but one thing he does fear; losing someone he loves. Whether it be romantic, friend-wise, or family-wise, this brute fears he'll lose whoever he cares for. Therefore, he's incredibly protective and would do anything for a loved one. Given his slightly short temper, Keir is a very quick-to-fight brute and, due to his large size and strength, he can almost always cause damage on another if he attacks. He's very aggressive and is very likely to attack if he has a reason, quick to jump with claws out and teeth bared if he or someone he cares for is injured, insulted, threatened, or hurt at all, often causing damage on his opponent. Despite all this, he's an extremely loyal individual and, once he's committed to someone or something (a pack, or loved one), nothing can keep him from remaining loyal and devoted to them.

Keir is also very un-trusting and reserved, and it takes a long time and a lot of effort for someone to enter this male's heart. Although this is true, if someone does manage to break through the stone surrounding his cold heart, Keir is one of the most passionate and devoted males out there, able to hold those dear to him very close. And even though his rather reserved and cold personality can push away the females, he can be quite charming if he so wishes, and if he does ever find a mate, he'd be interested in having pups, once he settles down from sled life -which could be never.

Other
Huskies! :3

RP Example
The massive beast padded through the white forest in the snowy tundra, observing the rather stunning white area around him as he breathed in the scents of his surroundings in deeply. Despite being a nomadic wolf, one that didn't stay in one spot for a while or more than a day, this specific area looked like a pretty okay place to stay for a few days, considering it was better than most of the barren blizzard lands. Plenty of prey, and there were more trees for coverage than in the usual areas here. And obviously he was travelling by himself, considering he didn't have a companion or romantic friend, so living here alone wouldn't be too hard. He shrugged and looked down at his stomach as it growled for food. He hadn't eaten since yesterday, so he knew why he was hungry. When living in the arctic, it was a bit of a struggle obtaining food, even when you were as physically strong as him. Sniffing, Keir tried picking up a deer scent or something. There were a few tundra mice and tundra voles and arctic voles around ~ though they scurried away as the massive brute padded through the forest ~ that were tasty enough to eat, but he desired something bigger. Fortunately, his nose picked up the scent of.. elk? A female one to be precise. That was good considering a male would have been a bit harder to take down, given they're bigger and have horns, which are admittedly painful when they make contact with your body.

Following the tasty scent trail, Keir soon arrived at the area it grazed and saw the female elk a good ways from him, grazing on the grass beneath the snow, and he immediately crouched as he wouldn't want to lost her. With his ghastly white pelt blending in with the snowy ground and surroundings, he watched with intense eyes as the elk unknowingly grazed with her snout in the snow to eat the grass, her back turned to the wolf as he stalked forward, silently getting closer to the female beast. Getting closer, he stopped stalking when he was too close, a few feet from her.

Narrowing his eyes, the massive white brute charge towards her and she noticed he was coming too late, as he was already in the air, jumping. He landed with his front legs all on her back and his claws immediately fug into her haunches, his front legs pulling as his back legs were looking to hold onto the ground. Then he felt a sharp pain in his ribs, just as he felt her back going up, and knew she had kicked him. Snarling in frustration and pain, he dug in deeper and pulled with an incredible amount of strength, pulling her to the ground quickly. Surging forward, his jaws opened and he clamped them shut on her neck, his intimidating yellow eyes watching as the life drained from her own, the brown color staring at him with a blank expression. Once he knew she was dead, Keir let his body fall onto the ground, chest heaving as he panted, exhausted and pained. Well, that was what you got for being ambitious. He grunted as he painfully got to his feet, moving around to get into a comfortable position so he could begin eating. He had bruised ribs, unfortunately. He sighed and began eating from his kill. He was content; he had gotten the prey he desired.

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❝ ιт ηєνєя тяσυвℓєѕ тнє ωσℓƒ нσω мαηу тнє ѕнєєρ мαу вє. ❞

Source

Name
Nanuq ;; Inuit name that means "Polar bear"

Age
4.4 years

Gender
Female

Breed
Wolf

Height
2.3 ft

Weight
90 lbs

Personality
Nanuq has a reputation for being a cruel, calculating she-wolf who takes what she wants without remorse or hesitation. She isn't above trickery or impairment to make herself appear stronger, and others weaker. She holds little loyalty for anyone, though she is excellent at acting like she does to manipulate others. Sibling or parent relations mean similarly nothing to her. Nanuq lives by a firm "Survival of the fittest" mantra.

Description
Nanuq is a muscular she-wolf, with a thick coat of pure white fur, black nose and hazel eyes. A series of scars cover her back and sides, primarily hidden by her fluffy fur. It's rare to find her with anything other than a snarl or a sneer on her face.

RP Example
Prompt 2

"Do you dare question my power over this pack?" Nanuq snarled, whipping around to face the wolf who had been speaking with her. His ears were flattened in anger or fear, Nanuq couldn't tell - nor did she care. She would make an example of him.

"Tell me again, why am I your alpha?" She snarled, fangs jutting over her lip. The smaller wolf shook out his fur nervously, glancing around the clearing. The rest of the pack stood watching, not daring to interfere. "I... I just thought... I'm injured, you see." He lifted his front right leg, showing a large gash running across it. It wasn't too deep, and it had stopped bleeding, but it was still sore. "And I thought I could... take a day off, you know. Just to let it recover, then I'd be back out-" Words tumbled from his mouth in a disjointed stream, stuttering and stammering. While he was distracted, Nanuq shot forward, quick as a snake, giving the other wolf's neck a sharp nip. "Answer me! Do you believe you are more fit to rule this pack?" The male have a short, rushed answer almost immediately: "No, no! Of course not, Alpha!" He dipped his head in submission, eyes trained to the ground. A growl of amusement rumbled in Nanuq's throat. "That's what I thought. Get back in your patrol." She watch him limp out of sight before sitting back down. Tension rippled in the air as the wolves began to scatter, exchanging whispered yips of gossip between them as they resumed their daily lives.

Theme Song
Oh No! - Marina and the Diamonds

Other
I like huskies.


Wip!

:~: Pupper :~:
Nice form :)

:~: everybody :~:

No more wolf tryouts, I will reread all of the wolves and shortly choose who gets the wolf roles

:~: Everybody :~:

Potato Lord and Pupper will get the wolf ranks, now I loved all the characters that tried out and I would love to see them in the rp, but if you want to stay your gonna have to make them sled dogs. And all the sled dog ranks will now be accepted.