Reika's Characters!

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UPDATED ON: 26/12/09

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Cthonia

Fly - Currently speaking to Virgil | Currently holds no rank, intentions are for a warrior rank(or something of the like) | Open for plots

Baby - Currently speaking to Dorian and sitting next to Cleitus | Currently holds no rank, still a pup | Open for plots

Courajess - Future character | Intends to hold a rank when he shows up | Open for plots

Tuatha de Danann

Roman - Currently addressing Nuada | Currently holds no rank | Open for plots

Rumor - Currently hiding out, frightened | Currently holds no rank| Open for plots

Torqueo Somnium[/b][/color]

Tehya[/color] - Currently speaking with everyone | Alpha of Torqueo | Open for more plots

Jacome[/color] - Not yet on Requiem | Will be killed by his sister and will probably start a lot of trouble before that | Open to plots before his impending death.[/size]
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[bg=ffffff][atrb=width,523,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: 0px solid; color: #CDCDCD; bTable] Many emotions scrambled through his heart, the female pinned beneath him in his easy tackle, his expression hardening as he felt her quiver briefly beneath his larger body. His breath warmed the area at her throat, his plume lightly brushing against the toes of her back pads. “I warned you long ago, damsel, not to tempt me.” Her spheres lit up with fury, quickly diminishing the streak of shock in her pretty orbs. “If you really -” It took the blink of an eye and heat soared between the two. Pinned beneath him, Freiya had nowhere to go, her pads scrambling against his belly and chest to attempt to shove the larger male off of her as his kiss heated her cheeks into a quick blush. Finally, her talons dug into his flesh and she shoved hard, forcing her body upward and her lips far from his eager kisses. A groan left the warrior as he felt claws break through flesh, his body being shifted as the female slipped from beneath his grasp. Muscles tensed as he watched her jump back to her pads. “Tempt me again and I will do more than kiss you, woman.” His dark green spheres gazed upon hers, full of fury. The fury that ignited his very core. The flames that sparked the heat between them that never, before in his life, had he ever felt. He wanted more and he was determined to get it. wordcount;; 241 lyrics;; cold - crossfade

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[bg=25252f][atrb=width,518,true][atrb=border,0,true] Tehya says Hi. I like this table a lot more. The wolf is less gritty and the colors are less... Out there. Lol! But the bottom image isn't as great as the original. T_T wordcount;; thirty-three lyrics;; illusion and dream - poets of the fall

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,530,true][atrb=border,0,true] Roman wants to be pretty too! wordcount;; 6 lyrics;; can't get enough of your love, baby - barry white

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] FORMALITIES Full Name: Wicket Aliases: Wicky, Wick, or Ket have been called upon him, although only ever by Kaele. He prefers his fully name, generally. Gender: Male Age: 7 months of age. Breed: Flat-Coated Retriever. Alignment: Wicket could generally be called neutral, although he could easily be swayed to either side of the spectrum depending upon whom he may decide he looks up to.

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THE BODY[/size]

Height: 25“, though he is tall for his breed.
Weight: 85 lbs, muscle mass having grown from all his hunting, swimming and play time over the many months. However, this lean boy still has a bit to grow upon.
Pelt: Wicket’s silky pelt is a pure ebony, derived from generations of black ancestry. They were bred as gundogs for the humans and thus, specific selection of appearance, work ability and temperament were key.
Spheres: His spheres are of a beautiful rusty coloration, giving off a reddish-brown color.
Scars/Markings: No scars have yet marked this young brute. He has yet to do battle with anyone that may leave a scar.
Form: Will come.


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General Temperment: Will come.
Positive Traits: Will be written.
Negative Traits: Will write later.
Orientation: Thus far, heterosexual, although he may be persuaded by the coaxing of a man that he looks up to. This depends entirely upon circumstance and situation.
Beliefs: Wicket does not believe in much at all. His life with the humans had lead him to believe there is no God, although he thinks there is a higher power somewhere. He does not believe that any creature, dog or wolf, should have to deal with the nature of humans and that humans should not be allowed existence upon the world in the first place. He will truly form his own beliefs as he ages and experiences life.[/size]


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Sire: His sire is unknown to him, as although the males and females are allowed together to breed, the males are not allowed near that of the weaning puppies and their nursing mother. Although after he was fully weaned, Wicket attempted to search out which of the four males could have been his father, they had blown him off like he was no more than the next nuisance around.
Dame: Adele was his mother, although as soon as he was fully weaned, the females and males were quickly separated into two groups, fenced off from each other and he was put through training to be a proper gundog with the guidance of another male, Tucker and a human. Having been deemed no good for a gundog, he was sentenced to be sold to life as a family pet. Kaele found him before this happened.
Siblings: He cannot recall the names of his siblings. He knows there were seven puppies altogether and that of those seven, three were female, however, he was never allowed to get to know them and his brothers were quickly separated from him to begin their training as well.
Love Interest: Wicket is still learning the ways of the woman and of the man and doesn’t yet fully understand what it is to love and be loved.
Offspring: None
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[bg=000000][atrb=width,530,true][atrb=border,0,true] I'd like to think this table is pretty. I LOVE photoshop brushes. wordcount;; 12 lyrics;; this time imperfect - afi

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[bg=a4b9b0][atrb=width,464,true][atrb=border,0,true] FORMALITIES Full Name: Atule (Ah-tool-ee) Ayashe Aliases: Atta, Attie. Gender: Female Age: 4 years of age. Breed: Timber wolf. Alignment: It can only truly be said that this female is neutral, for she was never in a pure or a dark pack in her life. There are too many balances in her to say she could be of either side. THE BODY Height: 25" at the shoulder. Weight: Approximately 70 pounds. Pelt: The main color that stakes out Atule's thick pelt is of a beige origin, however, she has many other colors. Black stretches out and paints itself across her back and plume, also tipping her right acoustic. Soft golden brown patches along the top of her snout and tips her left ear, also leaving brown socks from her ankles down to her black claws. Grey is stitched in with the beige, giving off a silvery appearance at times. Spheres: A weathered gold. Scars/Markings: Her only scar is a small one on her throat, often too hidden by fur for anybody to notice. Her grandfather granted her this scar upon her urge for adventures. One marking that easily distinguishes her is the gray circle around her left sphere. Form: Atule has a small frame, standing at only 25" at her shoulder, her weight at a mere, lithe seventy pounds. Being highly active and never having come from large parents, she was born a smaller gray wolf. Her ears, unlike a lot of wolves, are smaller and more proportioned with her skull, rounded at the ends and wide. Her legs are shorter, although she's still quite agile for her size. Her smaller size makes it easier for her to get into places that larger wolves could not and make it easier for her to keep hidden. Her fur, although thick, is unusually smooth and soft. Her homelands were very abundant in a lot of things and so, the wolves of her generations did not need the longer legs, longer snouts, larger ears and massive pads to be able to get food. In fact, Atule's paws are very dainty and while they hold her weight well and she's quite gracevul, it's doubtful a wolf of larger proportions could stand on such tiny pads. Her homelands were a place of plenty of water, so her coat can handle large amounts of water without freezing through to her core. Her plume is thick with fur and helps her balance herself and keep herself well angled when swimming. Having so much water and such rocky homelands, however, has left the wolves of her family and generation not only smaller, but far adept at swimming, with lighter colorings to help blend them with their surroundings. THE MIND General Temperment: Atule isn't one to let anyone tell her what to do or make up her mind for her. She's a go-with-the-flow female, with a 'shoot first, ask questions later' attitude. She wants adventure, she wants to live her life and she isn't the female to step down and let someone tell her what to do or how to do it. In fact, if that's the case, she'll do the complete opposite. Although she's very sweet and soft-spoken, she's got no problem holding her own and has has no qualms with telling someone what she thinks of them. Positive Traits: Negative Traits: Fears: She fears someone trying to control her and keep her from living her life how she sees fit. She doesn't like authority much, after having been kept in a boring, simple life in a pack long ago, where everyone served one wolf. She refuses to go back to being like that and fears having that freedom taken from her. Orientation: Heterosexual. Beliefs: THE BLOOD Sire: Achilles Ayashe Dame: Anodyne Ayashe Siblings: Apache Ayashe, Sitka Ayashe, Troika Ayashe. Love Interest: None Offspring: None Other: Nothing to add. Don't ask me why all their names are turning out to start with A's, including surnames. It's ridiculous, I know! But it subconsciously turned out that way, so meh. wordcount;; profile lyrics;; colors of the wind - pocahontas

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[bg=d5949e][atrb=width,520,true][atrb=border,0,true] BABY. Wasn't sure what to put for her quote... Any ideas would be appreciated! "Talktalktalktalk" wordcount;; fourteen lyrics;; woman like you - johnny reid

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[bg=5a4027][atrb=width,445,true][atrb=border,0,true] FORMALITIES Full Name: Rythen Aliases: Ry, Ryth. Gender: Male Age: 5 years. Breed: Gray Wolf Alignment: Dark THE BODY Height: 38" at the shoulder. Weight: 160 lbs. Pelt: His pelt is a mixture of earthen hues. Grays fade into blacks, whites and mingle with browns. Spheres: Scars/Markings: Ry has many scars upon his chassis, being the kind of male he is. He has fought many other wolves previously and it has resulted in scars of all sorts upon his body. Although he is muscular, he is very scarred. A large, long scar runs down the right side of his face from his brow down to his lip. A couple different large scars run jaggedly across his chest, shoulders, flank and legs. Form: THE MIND General Temperment: Rythen was once a torturer in the pack he had been previously been in. His life consisted of torturing opposing pack members and finding out information for his alpha. Ryth has always been considered a ruthless, brutal wolf, one with little care for anyone or anything. He, however, is very trustworthy by those he considers friends. He is very caring of pups and often courteous towards women. Often, others mistake him as just a torturer, someone with no soul or heart, but he has a heart and a soul and has left behind that life for all he's worth. Sometimes, he can be a little judgmental or opinionated, but he holds no fault in listening to someone's opinions or beliefs. Positive Traits: Rythen is protective, caring and intelligent. He's fast, witty and very prepared for anything life throws at him. He loves pups and he's great with them. He always thinks before he acts. Negative Traits: He was once a torturer, so he's still got his past trying to drag him back into its depths. He can be opinionated and judgmental. If it came down to someone or something threatening those he cares about, the torturer in him would come out again and he would feel no remorse or guilt in stripping apart everything that threat has ever known and peeling apart their body in a slow death. He's got a temper, but often attempts to hold it back. Fears: He fears that if he ever falls in love, the female would not accept him, for his past was a deadly, blood soaked one. He also fears having children of his own, for he wouldn't want them to grow up the way he did and become like him. Orientation: Heterosexual. Beliefs: Rythen doesn't believe in a God. He thinks that if there was such a God, that the God would not have allowed him to torture others and that the life the ones he tortured lived would not have happened. THE BLOOD Sire: Tilthan Dame: Sidre Siblings: Rikar, Ariwyn, Aquis, Fayne. Love Interest: None. Offspring: He has no offspring to speak of, however, would like to eventually have whelps. He is worried, though, that any whelps he sires may turn out like him and it scares the hell out of him. Other: Nothing to add. wordcount;; profile lyrics;; boondock saints

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Seeing if that stupid thing works. >>;

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[bg=001216][atrb=width,518,true][atrb=border,0,true] Testing, testing, testing. "Rumor says hi everyone!" wordcount;; seven lyrics;; radio

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[atrb=background,http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q292/SummerDelirium/brass4.png] Brassevar. You want him and you know it. "I'm handsome, aren't I? I also suffer from Big-Ass-Teeth Syndrome and would like to know if I can eat your face." notes;; Brassevar, aka Brass is a puppy of Niobe and Jacome - THAT'S RIGHT, FOO'! Bahahaha. He will be here much later. Isn't he lovely though?

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[atrb=background,http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q292/SummerDelirium/jacomemid.png] Jacome's table is... Interesting. The way his left ear flops over is going to totally creep Tehya out, cause it'll give him an innocent look lmao.