wolf (freeform) roleplay

[timidwolfchild]

hello. this is a olwf roleplay for those who love wolves. ok the story goes that all of the wolf packs have been fighting and killing one another off for the food, or just for fun, but when the most dangerous wolf god starts killing all of the packs, they have to learn how to work together. who can help them do this you say? will maybe the wolf who can bring balance. come on a journey with hazel and her companions, as they try to save thier own kind and help bring balance to all of the wolf packs. please join.

name:hazel
gender:female
looks: she is brown like autumn
personality: she is very wise and also is outgoing. she can also be shy.
stats in pack or other: daughter of storyteller and wolf who will bring balance.

 

[Jdvn1]

(I'm not 100% sure I understand what this is, but...)

Name: Wind
Gender: Male
Looks: He has a lighter colored fur than most, though his face has darker spots
Personality: He is a timid wolf, interested in learning about others. He tries to be a fierce warrior when he needs to be, but that is not his biggest strength.
Status in Pack/Other: He is not longer a pup, but still a young wolf. He tries to learn from the elders/storytellers when he can.

 

[timidwolfchild]

this is a story i am going to post on fanfic. it is about how all of the wolf packs must learn to come together in order to kill the most dangerous wolf god. but the wolf packs have been fighting against one another for the longest time and they can't get together. then a wolf who was sayed to bring balance to all wolf packs has just been born. this wolf is the thing that would be able to bring all of the packs together and help kill the god. i hope you understand a little bit more.

name:snowdrift
gender:female
looks: she is all white
personality: she is wise and very kind. she is also quite stern.
stats in pack/other: she is the leader of the white wolf pack and is the nanny to hazel.


name:sage
gender:female
looks: she is all grey
personality: she loves every one but can also fight.
stats in pack/other: she is the storyteller and hazels mom

name:shadow
gender:male
looks: is all black and has green eyes.
personality: he is a loner and does not talk much about himself.
stats in pack/other: he is a loner

 

[Jdvn1]

Well, I don't quite understand the mechanical part of how this is going to work out. Are you going to storytell/abjudicate, run a character, or both? Or are you going to run multiple NPC's (ie, the three you listed are those for you to use, or should prospective players choose one of them rather than make their own character?)?

 

[timidwolfchild]

you get to make up your own charecter. the charecters i put down are mine. and i am going to run a charecter and we just work with what i put down. the rest of it is just us wrighting. we will see were it goes.

 

[Paper_Bard]

It's freeform buddy... that means that its all about creativity and imagination, and rolepalaying your character. No dice... no natta.

Alright... here's mine... since you seem so intent on getting me to play this... wolf child.

Name: Tichondrius (Blatant WWC3 Rip-off)
Physical Description: Tichondrius is a young wolf with a long, prominent snout and razor-sharp teeth. He has jet-black fur and piercing green eyes. When he’s angered, his eyes seem to take on a reddish hue. He also has a strip of grey fur running down his back to the tip of his tail.
Personality: Tichondrius radiates a cold malevolence. His face is almost always twisted into a harsh glare… and his large fangs are often bared. He despises non-wolves, and sees them as either food, or the enemy. With his own kind, however… is much more friendly… though still cruel by wolf standards. He is the ultimate manipulator… generating conflicts between his wolf brethren to further his own goals. He desires power above all else… and he believes that there is no greater power than this God’s that is rampaging across wolf lands. He believes that upon slaying the creature… he will attain godhood, and ultimate power. He is arrogant and self-centered, and not very sociable, except when he wants something… or decides to toy with someone. He is quite proficient in lying through his teeth… and often uses his quick wit and manipulative abilities to get himself out of (or into) trouble.
Tichondrius generally prefers to stay out of personal combat, preferring to use his sharp tongue or lackeys to deal with conflict directed towards him. However… he is more than able to defend himself should he need to defend himself.
Status in pack: Alpha Male (among his own band) or Lone Wolf (To everyone else)

 

[timidwolfchild]

hi yall. hi paper dude.

ok the god is redplet.
i whon't tell much about him though for i will just put him in the story.

sage turned her head towards her daughter. she was small for her age. sage watched as hazel ran over to her.

"mommy were are we going?"

she could not answer for she did not know either. she walked a few more feet then looked up. this was the place.

"come sit with me hazel"

hazel walked over to her mom and sat down.

"sleep hazel. i will tell you a story"

"ok mom"

" a mother and daughter wolf were taking a stroll. the daughter thought they were just going for a walk but the mother knew different, she knew that this walk would end with only one of them returning. the mother knew this because she had a dream just the day before, a dream that told her of great danger coming to her pack, a great danger that would kill all. the dream also told of the future, about how a wolf will save them all. the wolf to bring balance. the mother knew who this wolf was, it was her own daughter. in order to save her though was to leave her out in the wild..............."

sage stopped as she saw that hazel was fast asleep. she bent down her head and rubbed is against hazel.

"ohh hazel. please forgive me"

then she got and walked away, walking all the way back to her pack. leaving her daughter thier to fend for herself. she took one last look back then ran all the way back.

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hazel opened her yes. thier was a strange smell in the air. she got up and ran towards the smell. the smell brought her over to a cliff. when she looked down she saw fire. and it was coming from her pack. her mom was there.

"noooooooooo mooooooom"

 

[Paper_Bard]

Tichondrius sniffed the air... once… twice... three times. He and his two lackeys, Brutus and Keylio, had been out on a hunting excursion. They hadn’t caught anything yet… and Tichondrius was not amused. Brutus and Keylio flinched from his presence, his reddish eyes striking fear through their thick hides to their very souls.
“Wait…” He said, grinning wickedly. “I smell fear… pure, delicious fear. Come… let us investigate, shall we?” He then sprinted off into the bushes. When he arrived at the source of the smell, he was disappointed to find not a meal, but a young pup, hazel of fur, and female. Tichondrius motioned to his two lackeys to flank the poor thing… boxing it in and defeating any potential flight on the pup’s part. “So…” Tichondrius started, smiling wickedly, revealing his large, sharp fangs. “What’s a young pup doing out in the wilds… alone? Is your mommy with you?” He cackled harshly. “Well?”

 

[timidwolfchild]

Snowdrift left up her head. There was the smell of a baby wolf. The wolf that was to bring balance. There was also another smell, the smell of dangerous wolves. Then she gasped there was one more smell. And she knew who it was. It was redpelt. She turned her head and ran towards that smell. She was running sometime trying to defeat two other wolves that did not seem so nice. She left up her, she could only scent one wolf. Redpelt on the other hand moved on. She slightly slowed down but she was still at a run. She was not sure if this other wolf was going to kill her or not. she stopped dead to see that this wolf was talking to a little pup.

"my mom left me ok. so leave me alone"

this little wolf pup got on her feet and growled to this wolf.

"why are you on my territory?"

 

[Paper_Bard]

Tichondrius cackled harshly. “YOUR territory! My dear… I highly doubt that a young pup such as yourself is in any position to claim territory. Besides… wherever I put my paws… that’s MY territory. I walk where I want to. And no milk drinking brat is going to tell me otherwise!” Tichondrius motions to his cronies to enact a pincer movement. They step towards the young pup… boxing her in… until Tichondrius’ snout is right in hazel’s face. “Now… what were you saying?”