CUSTOM SPECIES;;

[CASPER]

Please post here with this form if you are trying to request the use of one of our custom species.

[b]Race you are wanting:[/b]
[b]Why do you want this race?:[/b]
[b]RP Sample (Including whatever makes the character unique, whether those are added body mutations, or abilities):[/b]

Thank you, and good luck <3

[Narcissist]

Race you are wanting: Firebrand

Why do you want this race?: This species of wolf sounds like a very interesting kind, and I have quite a bit of experience of role playing. I find that a simple wolf such as the aristocratic wolves here are not quite as fun as a wolf defined with odd personality traits, that it is born with or whether it is due to its upbringings. I feel I can correctly portray this wolf on your site, to the best of my abilities.

RP Sample (Including whatever makes the character unique, whether those are added body mutations, or abilities):

Narcissist strolled into the new terrain, a place he had not yet come across, nor did he recognize any of the smells here. He was a large wolf, or so he felt he was standing at five feet and seven inches high, and weighing one hundred and eighty pounds. His amber eyes scanned the area before him taking in as much as he could to get a feel for these new surroundings. As Narcissist continued to stride forward a light breeze ruffled his fur making his darker brown undertones begin to pop out more amongst the ebony black that normally covered it all. Along with the breeze came more scents, one of which was a favorite of his; squirrel. “Hmm sounds like a nice snack to have about now. “ he said to himself.

He lowered his head to the ground trying to pick up the scent of the small rodent, the lingering smell danced about his nostrils filling them until it seemed that single rodents scent was engraved in his nose. Narcissist quickly followed the scent his head still low to the ground, eagerly pursuing a hopeful meal. As he searched a low voice whispered in his head ‘Oh Narcissist, what do you plan on doing once you find this creature? Will you let me have any fun?’This was the voice of Talon one of two separate personalities that lurked inside his mind. Talon was a huge fan of torture and anguish, and loved to take over when ever Narcissist was in fights or hunting, simple bloodshed was no fun to him it was better for him when he got to enjoy them pain in the eyes of the victim before the kill. ” No you are not coming out this time! I will not allow it!” Narcissist yelled allowed a snarl followed the end of his words.

His nose now filled even fuller with the scent of the squirrel, he lifted his head slowly his eyes darting back and forth for the rodents form. Just as soon as he had his view high enough to see in front of him he spotted the squirrel digging for its nuts in the dirt ground. He lowered his body and gave a quick flick of his tail, he was still quite eager for this little snack. ’You aren’t really thinking I would let you get the fun of killing it, now would you little Narcissist.’ Talon whispered in his head. Narcissist could feel Talon pushing to the surface of his mind taking total control of him. Narcissist tried to fight Talon but was unable, the only thing he was able to do was let out an almost silent gasp before his eyelids closed and he was not in control.

As Narcissists eyelids reopened it was no longer him, he could see through his own eyes and feel all that was going on but all he was now was a passenger along for the ride. Talon now in total control grinned widely his teeth bared as he formed a sly smile, his tail now curved slightly to the side. Talon eyed the squirrel and leapt high, joining his front paws together and making sure to land on them first as he aimed for the squirrels body. Falling down he landed square on the squirrels back and heard small cracking sounds, his tongue licked the edges of his lips as he looked down at it. He bent his head down and reached for one of the squirrel’s tiny front limps, chomping down hard and ripping it clean off its body. The squirrel still slightly alive made small shrieks of fear as blood oozed out of its body. He flipped it over seeing the shear shock and horror in its face. He gave off a small chuckle and repeated the process of ripping off each limb one at a time until he came to the head. Letting every bit of its flesh and bones fill his mouth with delicious flavors as he chomped down, just before he spit out the bigger bones and swallowed the rest. He looked down at the remains of a squirrel with only a torso and a head, he bent his head down opening his jaws and crunching down on it just to crack the skull and distort the face. He licked his lips and teeth clean and began to speak out loud laughing slightly “There little Narcissist, you can have fun with the rest, it’s no fun for me anymore.”

Narcissist could feel Talon falling from the surface letting him back in control of his own body. He was not one in particular to want to so cruelly kill an animal, but with Talon lurking in his mind there was nothing he could do it was always torture and torment with Talon and it drove Narcissist crazy that though he had let 8 summers come and go in his life he had still yet to know how to control the other two that were inside him. When he could feel that he was now fully back in control of his own body he looked down at the squirrel, he would not waist the food he caught but still it disgusted him to know how it had actually been killed.

[CASPER]

ACCEPTED!

I really love the split personality <3

[Miyako]

Race you are wanting:

Lunaeave

Why do you want this race?:

Well, their general characteristics just suited the character in my head. Besides, they sound like such fun to play and I can see such juicy plots for her with that miracle blood of hers. Also, I'm certain I can play the species correctly.

RP Sample (Including whatever makes the character unique, whether those are added body mutations, or abilities):

She could smell it, the blood which oozed from a freshly wounded wolf. Miyako stood frozen nearly twenty yards away, silver eyes staring through the trees in the direction of the wolf with a pained expression. She was hesitant to go near for fear it would not be such a kind-hearted wolf and leap at her with parted jaws upon catching sight of her. Lunaeave were hunted for their miraculous blood, its healing properties prized more than herbs to an injured wolf. And while Miyako was more than willing to give her blood, it was still taken by force more often than not; hence her reluctance to approach.

Long, slender legs plunged through several feet of snow as she made up her mind. If she stopped having faith in the other races, surely all would be lost. So the she-wolf moved forward, her eyes straining to spot the injured wolf before it spotted her. Miyako’s eyes widened in surprise and she came to an abrupt halt; ‘It’s a pup!’ She sent her senses out to search the nearby area, trying to pick up any sign of its mother. But there were no other scents, no other sounds. The whining pup looked to be no older than half a year, its small body curled up against the pain and cold, holding his right paw nearest to his chest. ‘So fragile…’

She raised a paw, hesitated, and placed it back down in the same spot. It needed her help – Miyako picked up the paw again, but again hesitated and replaced it. Her expression was uncertain, the light-blue furred wolf dancing around the idea of approaching any nearer than the few yards away she was. It was worrisome to see one so small injured, however the blue giant was concerned for her own safety as well. Over time she had come to mistrust other races of wolves and it caused her now to entertain the notion this was some kind of trap for her.

Miyako was sure the pup would be afraid of her. With lilies blooming in her fur, and moss growing in patches as well, she looked more than a little odd, not to mention her towering height. The she-wolf stood at just over ten feet and weighed just shy of six-hundred and fifty pounds. She couldn’t do much to reassure the little Cosmos wolf anyhow, even wolves who knew her race’s kind-hearted nature were still on edge around them due to their massive size. One paw alone was nearly the size of a grown wolf’s head. If she weren’t careful where she stepped, it was quite possible for her to kill a normal-sized wolf.

But kindness won out and the massive female came to stand beside the young one and tower over him. She lowered large head to nudge the small one lightly with her muzzle, moss covering the fur on the bridge of her nose. “Are you in great pain, little one?” She asked in a genial rumble, silver eyes soft in their gaze. The little thing’s yellow eyes snapped open, white-walled with pain and fear. It snapped its sharp teeth at her snout, but Miyako did not pull away. The tiny teeth scratched her nose, Miyako winced, and a garish green liquid oozed from the wound. “Drink it,” she instructed gently, pushing her nose toward the puzzled creature.

Out of instinct, the young Cosmos lashed out at her again, but in doing so got a small amount of the green blood on his tongue. She was sure it was enough to start healing the young wolf’s wounded leg, and though the miniature creature looked at her with fear and anger, Miyako gazed back with a calm kindness. “There, you’ll feel better now.” She drew away her mighty head, relieved in knowing that her decision had been the right one. To not help one in need was a great betrayal of her heart, she simply could not do it even knowing that the ones she helped were not always so kind-hearted.

She gazed down at him a while longer, eyes checking to see that the blood flow was slowing and the wound closing. Ah, the miracle of her blood. Even the scratch on her nose had begun to heal; it would be gone in a matter of minutes. Her blood had been willingly given; Miyako had no fear for the pup’s wounded leg. It would not become infected, and in a few hours the injury would be gone altogether. It was time to take her leave. “Try not to get hurt again.” The flower and moss-covered Luneave smiled, turning to walk back in the direction which she’d come from – long legs holding her body far above the snow.


-- I'm too lazy to format it with colors or include much else, and it's hard to make a post without having made the character yet (for me). Also, couldn't work in the fact that her normal hibernation is three days, but there's that too. :3

[CASPER]

Oh wow, I love this <3 Accepted <3

[Harlot]

[bg=604c7f][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,400,table] Race you are wanting: Lunaeave Why do you want this race?: I wasn't quite sure what I looking for when I went looking for a new character. I knew I wanted something fresh, something interesting. I assumed trying for Lunaeave was pointless, but I kept being drawn back to them. I think its something I would really enjoy roleplaying. Mood swings, moon bathing, hibernating, the mix is a very interesting one. I'm not exactly sure why, but it seems to be perfect for Ezael. RP Sample (Including whatever makes the character unique, whether those are added body mutations, or abilities): The the quiet evening the birds sang love songs and the insects buzzed endlessly. Out past the treeline lay a field of gold. Myroska deer nursed their calves in the long grass. They knew that he was there, but his body language told them that he wasn't hunting. The peace of the day was like no other. Occassionally a flighty bird would let out an alarm call, sending a spark of fear through the multitudes of prey animals. The fear never amounted to anything serious, always a false alarm. Flies buzzed irritably around his eyes and ears, putting the male in a state. He pawed at his face, tossing it about. Nothing got the flies away for long. Ezael didn't understand why they couldn't find someone else to bother. The deer in the field, perhaps? The flies thinned out long enough for him to sit still, as he did a small field mouse came out of hiding. The tiny rodent ran over his paws, sniffing about for a snack. Ezael was amused. He patted the rodent away and it quickly scurred off into the grass that surrounded him. Through the short grass that he lay in, he spotted a wolf prowling along the far edge of the field. The wolf hadn't noticed him but that ment little. Against the idea of any unwanted company, Ezael began to get up. His body unfurled from the grass, the sheer size becoming noticeable. He was by no means a small wolf. Every bit of 623 pounds, standing 10 feet and 4 inches to the shoulder. His almost black eyes drifted back to the clearing. The wolf had stopped in his tracks and was starring back at him. Not an unusual reaction. Splaying his legs, he shook out his fur. With such long, thin legs, he had to place them far apart to keep standing when he shook out his fur. For a wolf of 27 years, he was quite young. For those who knew his kind, they would be able to tell that. He had no flowers or moss growing on his back yet. He had never grown horns, and his canines were longer than natural. After one last look at the other wolf he turned away and started walking off. He moved slowly, taking his time as he went. His walk was unnatural, a consequence of such long spindly legs. Only when he ran did he look graceful. Yet, for what appeared to be a gentle giant, Ezael was not to be bothered. Aggression is not a common thing for him, but he does get peevish and tends to be stand-off-ish. At the current time, his energy was waning. The moon had been out little, yet Ezael had not desired hibernation. Now the effects were obvious. He was slow, his reactions coming late. His body knew he needed moonlight soon and he knew how to get it. His path was taking up to the mountains. It would be a long walk but when he finally reacted his destination, he would be able to sleep away the days until the moon called him out again. In less than a weeks time, Ezael would a Lunae in full glory. His fur giving off a healthy sheen, and his eyes bright and active. As night came in, he had reached the foothills. Ahead loomed the mountains, massive in size and trecherous to most. His eyes drifted to a spot to the east. There the terrain was extremely rocky, unreachable to those who weren't Lunae. Once he gauged the distance his eyes cast up to the moonless sky. Nights had been like this for days, never clear but cloudy with nighttime storms. He was thinking about the moon when it started to drizzle. The moisture accumulating on his fur until it was enough to bleed down toward his skin. Ezael seemed to be drifting. That was when it hit him. The force knocked him off his feet. Being such a large wolf, he fell hard. His vision went fuzzy as his head bashed a rock. When his vision came back in, there were wolves about him. They were so tiny comared to himself, less than half the size. Ezael could have faught against them, pushing them away, but he didn't. He stayed there, watching with sad eyes as they assualted him. Three wolves stood holding him down, while a pair of wolves brought forward a very badly injured wolf. The smell of rotten flesh and blood hit him like a wave, quickly followed by the gag inducing smell of infection. The injured wolf had no strength to bite Ezael himself, so a small female with worried eyes did it for him. Her distress was obvious. Ezael stared at her until she met his gaze, the look he recieved was a sorry one. The female, at least, didn't want to do this. She was just tying to keep her friend alive. Ezael determined that he would have accepted her request if she had come and asked him. They spoonfed the dying wolf Ezael's green miracle blood. Once they had, they all stared at him eagerly, waiting for some change. The wolf coughed meekly. "He..." His voice was dry from the lack of use. When he did speak, it was usually in short sentences. "He'll live." The wolves eyes him suspiciously for a moment then nodded and moved away from him. Ezael watched them disappear, then leaned forward and licked his leg. The wound was small, already healing. He pushed to his feet, noticing eyes watching him. The wolf slunk back into the shadows. Ezael didn't approach or run. He merely turned and began walking slowly away. The wolf called out after him, "Thank you, Lunaeave." He paused and looked over his shoulder, it was the female from the group. Ezael nodded very slightly then continued on his way.

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[nemesis]

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[atrb=background,http://i31.tinypic.com/6gzj7t.png] Race you are wanting:I M P E R I A L Why do you want this race?: Well, my main reason is because Nemmy is one of my original charries, and I don't wanna have to change anything about her. She is one of my favorites as well. She is perfect the way she is, and I would hate for her to have to change a singal bit. :3 RP Sample: The night was creul. The darkness fell like a mask over the land, hiding the puppetear, but showing what litle you need to comprehend. The blacks, grays, and the flashing of lightning. The thunder was booming loudly and accusingly, and in this night, only one was to blame. Her jaws curled in her singnature smile, as blood dripped slowly from her muzzle. At her paws lay the victim of her intentions. There lay a small, dead wolf. She didn't mean it. It was just the blood lust. It was normal. Though with her it was more. It was need, and want. It was just what she did. Her black wings folded out in the night. The light was shimering off it amazingly, and made her look more then beautiful, but godly. She looked at her wings. She was impressed. Her dear mother carried the gene that gave her these. Her dear mother, the memory even hurt. Being a Warsfiel, wings were not common. But being born with them, she was grateful. She was able to fly with the black clouds, and listen to their songs of anger. She feeded off them. Bleed. Bleed it all out. Bleed it into the night. Sing her song, the song of vengance. Nothing was more real than her at the moment. Her purple head lifted, and she let out the greatest howl. A howl of rage, anger, vengance, and death.

[CASPER]

Harlot, I accept your application for the Lunae ave race. Nemesis, Ghost will see to your app soon.