Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself

[Zee]

Name: Marius
NickName: Mary (for his enemies only xD)
Title: Loner
Pack: None
Age (Please incluse season): Five Winters
Gender: Male
Height: 3'8
Eyes: Black
Body Pelt: Brown
Tail Pelt: Lilac
Legs pelt: Lilac
Head Pelt: Brown w/ Lilac chest
History: It was a hill. With a beautiful little willow tree cresting it. It was a fairly large pack, what with the pups, the grandparents, some of the Alphas siblings and a few loners. It was a happy day. Until the humans came with thier guns ablazing. Blood was everywhere and wolves were falling all around the little brown wolf. BOOM! Lily was shot in the heart! Malica got hit in her leg. BOOM! Searing pain flew through his tail. He ran, Malice limping along beside him. Everyone else was dead.

They fled to the mountions, Marius doing the hunting. Malice was growing weaker by the moments, and soon her breath was labored and she was writhing in the virgin snow now bleached red. Soon she died. She might of well had a fast end like Lily that how she suffered.

Unlike Loki, whom had gone from pack to pack, Marius remained a Kerl for the rest of the time. He passed by others, sometimes hunted with them, but then parted. Without a pack, they were disorganized and with no order, he and the other local loners sort of drifting together and apart, like a tide. Soon he simply left the loner lands and wandered about, lost and alone, and simply longing for his family and friends.
Personality: Marius isn't
Brothers and Sisiters: Loki (Living), Lily (deceased), Malice (deceased)
Parents: Epona x Odin
Other: He doesn't know his brother lives, poor guy. He's got some spiffeh powers too ;3
Pic:

-Info for the role player-
Name: Emilee
Username: Loki
Age: Immortal
Wolves: Marius
Main wolf: On this site? Marius. May introduce Loki later.
Aim: DragEys2
Yim: pokemon_chicky
MSN: N/A
E-mail: [e-mail]
Other: Yo, yo, see me on Haven >o

[Zee]

Name: Zina (Zee-nah)
NickName: Z - No really, just the letter Z. Pronounce Zee xD
Title: Mist Wolf
Pack: None
Age (Please incluse season): Three Winters
Gender: Female
Height: 3'3
Eyes: Orange? o.O
Body Pelt: Titanium Grey Tinged w/ Blue
Tail Pelt: Same as above
Legs pelt: One White Forepaw, One White Back
Head Pelt: Titanium Grey Tinged w/ Blue
History: It was hard to keep track of young Zina. Often times it was as if she would simply disappear. Her abilitys granted her the power to create mists, fogs, and other types of bogs to keep herself hidden from unwanted company. This ability made her look very frightening, for she often walked like a spirit wolf, and humans who sighted her were fearful. Her pack did not enjoy the frequent mists. It blocked scents and impartialed thier sight. When Zina was a year old, they chased her out, although she was a year or two premature to be on her own.

Zee found herself in the care of a lone female wolf, an old one who had gotton seperated from her pack. She instintly took it upon herself to be the guidence of the strange wolf, and help her control her powers and cut the link with them and emotions. Along with her mentel training, she soon caught on to survival skills of hunting and fighting. She learned that if she could control her abilitys to could unlock a whole new range of battle techniques available to her only! It was a wonderous thing.

But as said, her mentor was old. She soon died in her sleep. Zee mourned the old she-wolf, not just as a pupil but as a friend and sort of foster mother. But it was time Zina be on her own. Soon she wandered, and she did look for a pack, but was unable to find any. So she moved on, further and further from her first pack, searching for someone who would welcome her as her beloved mentor had.
Personality: Zina is a shy wolf at first, most of the time. That was why she created mists a lot as a pup, because she didn't want any company. Usually you'd have to control the conversation. After a while Zee would warm up to you, if you were nice, and could become quite pleasent company. Her pleasure is play-fighting, and she loves to do it still, even though she's now a young adult.
Brothers and Sisiters: Koko (Living), Jamaul (Deceased)
Parents: Milly x Wasal
Other: Yaaay!
Pic: I can give you a link to a picture that might appear like her, but no, none that I own ;o

-Info for the role player-
Name: Emilee
Username: Loki
Age: Immortal
Wolves: Marius, Zina
Main wolf: Marius
Aim: DragEys2
Yim: pokemon_chicky
MSN: N/A
E-mail: [e-mail]
Other: JAR

[Zee]

Name: Loki (Low-Key)
NickName: Jarmaster (Wait, that's my nickname. Scratch that.)
Title: Spike Wolf
Pack: None
Age (Please incluse season): Five Winters
Gender: Male
Height: 3'2 (They just keep getting smaller...)
Eyes: Ice Blue
Body Pelt: Black
Tail Pelt: Black
Legs pelt: Black
Head Pelt: Black
History: Lokis history is long and extensive. I'll give you a summary, ut I'm not typing the whole thing up.

Same as Marius, born on a hill. He was off playing in the stream nearby when he heard shots. He hid until they were done and came out to discover his family dead. He fled in terror.

He joined another pack. He grew to a 2 year old and was trying to court a pretty she-wolf about his age. Another wolf whooped him for her. She ran off with him when Loki thought she really did have something with him. He ran away, heartbroken (poor, spastic thing) and came onto his 3rd home.

It was a rabid pack. Survival of the fittest. Rarely was a pup making adulthood in this pack. Loki learned to fight and mellowed his hyperactive personality. Slightly. He was still a playfully adult.

He left in search of a better home, perhaps to make his own. And thus, is Loki. In short. xD
Personality: Loki is a bit excitable. Okay, scratch that, easily amused. He's like a pup in an adult body, and loves to play. That's why he enjoys pups so much. He's also a good fighter, and that was practically the only other thing he'd take pleasure in. Hunting? Psha. No way. Loki is also very sensitive. He takes the smallest of comments that may harm his ego personally. Beware of Loki.
Brothers and Sisiters: Lily (Deceased), Marius (Living), Malice (Deceased)
Parents: Epona x Odin
Other: Oh now. It is the JARMASTERS FAVORITE PUPPY!!!!
Pic: I can give you a link to a picture that might appear like her, but no, none that I own ;o

-Info for the role player-
Name: Emilee
Username: Loki
Age: Immortal
Wolves: Marius, Zina, Loki
Main wolf: Marius
Aim: DragEys2
Yim: pokemon_chicky
MSN: N/A
E-mail: [e-mail]
Other: JAR

[Zee]

Name: Medusa (Isn't that ironic?!
NickName: Dusa
Title: None
Pack: None
Age (Please incluse season): Four Winters
Gender: Female
Height: 3'0 (Still shrinking)
Eyes: Unknown (Read on)
Body Pelt: Black
Tail Pelt: Black
Legs pelt: One White Sock Left Fore Leg
Head Pelt: Black
History: Medusa was born with a unique eye color she can't even remember now. However, it marked her by the pack as the chosen one. Her meaning was to be sacrifice, so they could over take the packs whom had mocked them for generation. The ceramony came when she was a year old, and she said the incantation, calling down the powers. But it was interupted by another young wolf, about her age, maybe a little older. He was from one of the more dominant packs. The rumor had spread about the abomination about to be commited in the name of being stronger.

He came but was met by the Alpha of the lower pack. The Alpha was not as strong as the healthy young wolf whom been able to eat hearty meals every day. Soon he was overcome. But then the rest of the fights took him on all at once. But as he battled, it was soon too late. Medusa had gone blind as the spell took her. Blood flew from her eyes and soon she fell to the ground, good as dead. Everything went still. The strong young male had failed his mission. He'd failed Medusa. For she had been in another rumor as well. She was said to become a great ruler if saved from her fate by one honest and true in his deed. But the young male was not really in it because he really cared about an innocent life, but because she was said to be become a great beauty.

A failed legand, the 5th Pack (as they had been called) fled, leaving Medusa, alone, blind, and left for dead. But that was when a someone approached. It smelt like it was a human, and yet...it was not. It was something...different. The human touched it's paw to her forehead and said "For your sacrifice I give you a blessing of sight beyond. Your powers will be weak, and pain will come over in your gift to heal, but still it shall be there. One day, you might need it." And then, all of the sudden. Medusa could see with her mind. In a sense, it was sort of like a third eye had been given to her so that she might live and hunt and be free. But then she felt something being wrapped around her. "Your eyes are now tainted, Medusa. So I wrap this cloth about your eyes so no one may look into them and be filled with despair at seeing tragedy. Now go live your life as you might." And then, the huamn was gone as quick at it had come.

Medusa found it hard to see at first, using her new 'third eye' with her brain. At first it was only blurry shapes. But with practice, soon she could open and shut this ability and could see with crystal clarity, although she wished she did not have to struggle to see as most would. That one day, she might see through her natural born eyes before she died.
Personality: Medusa has become very quiet because of her tragedy. She now speaks in a quivering voice and often is shy of many wolves. Shes quite the push-over, not a natural born leader. Some think that she must be helped because of being blind. But most do not know why she moves so well without it. It is not because she can sense things better, although those had been strengthed now her sight was lost. She likes to take care of herself without any assistence, to prove she can live like any other wolf. Having a decent conversation with Medusa might take a long while, but it is very worth while.
Brothers and Sisiters: Due to her packs weak state, she was born an only pup.
Parents: Zeua x Hera
Other:
Pic: Not uploaded yet

-Info for the role player-
Name: Emilee
Username: Loki
Age: Immortal
Wolves: Marius, Zina, Loki, Medusa
Main wolf: Marius
Aim: DragEys2
Yim: pokemon_chicky
MSN: N/A
E-mail: [e-mail]
Other: JAR

[Zee]

Name: Labyrinth
NickName: Aby, Rin
Title: Loner
Pack: None
Age (Please incluse season): Four Spings
Gender: Male
Height: 3'6
Eyes: Monarch (They're violently orangeish-red-yellow with black webbing)
Body Pelt: Orange O:
Tail Pelt: Black
Legs pelt: Black
Head Pelt: Orange with black ears and muzzle
History: His first memory was being alone. He led a solitary life. Only, back then, he had wings. Beautiful wings like a Monarch butterflies. He flew the skies and danced on the wind, laughing and playing and picking flowers for all the other butter-wolves (heehee, I can't believe it's not butter). Of course, all of his kind were beautifully colored in an array of the rainbow. However, orange was the most noblest of colors to wear, for in thier culture it meant he was destined for heroism, even though his parents, whom he's sometimes pass, were not known to carry any of the orange traits.

Here's the chart of what colors tell:
Red - Great warrior, ready killer, second largest, said to be mean
Yellow - Gentle, kind, and more nurturing than others, smallest, naive
Orange - Heros, destined for greatness, going to make a difference, larger than all, said to be big headed
Green - Cool, smart, tactful, but can be very detached
Blue - Loners, known to not be very mindful of thier children and leave them in the beggining, but extreamely loyal and hard workers
Purple - The rarest of lines, the royals, the big thinkers. Most varying. Some can be harsh and cruel, others sweet and kind. They're is usually only about five or six that are in one flock (what they called a pack), and they often make thier own by flying to others.

Of course, he was born to blue butterflies, and became very independant for it. Thus, he left on an adventure one day, eager to see the world outside a flock. He found out his kind weren't the main populants. There were wolves with no wings, wolves that changed, wolves that controled strange elements, and wolves than mostly swam. It was remarkable. After a year, he returned, only to find something terrible had happened.

The green she-wolf he'd been courting had not remained for him. He tried to convince her to come with him, but she was reluctent. but then he saw her, twittering with some red butterflie.

Now, it's very well known that oranges and red despise each other, although fairywolves are very gentle creatures, they were the most violent, and when they tasted blood could become more savage than anything. He attacked the offender on his girl, and they had a harsh scuffle.

It was a terrible. In the end, he won, came out on top. It was only when he was done flaunting it, that he noticed and was stunned. His wings, during the fight, had been shreeded, ripped. They'd become a dead grey. No butterfly like's colors like grey, white, or black. They were called the outcasts. Though all were natural, one could turn grey when they're wings were broken. It was a horrible punishment, and cruel to leave upon any fairywolf. Here are thier meanings.

Grey - Lonely, sad, frightened, wanderers, many unable to fly any longer
Black - The purest of evil. Mean, cruel, they shun the company of any. They're larger than anything, and kill by trickery and sneakiness, unlike the noble reds.
White - These wolves are mute, although some devoloped telepathy. They don't feel lonesome, and are the only of the butterwolves that can live in harsh colds without casting the special silk about themselves.

He was mortified, and no one spoke to him any longer. He'd becoem one of them. An outcast. He ran, far away, unable to fly any longer. He was heartbroken. He'd lost everything. even though he won the battle, he'd lost the whole war. Soon he learned he could hide his dead grey wings by fairy magic.

However, he soon never showed them. What was the point? He could fly no longer. And so he wandered, remembering his old flame and feeling angry with himself for leaving her to entangle with the red fairy scum.

He's not stopped yet, and still wanders to this very day.

Brothers and Sisiters: He doesn't know
Parents: Kitani x Panala
Other: Naw
Pic: In making

Describing Lyrics:
Do you ever miss the girl you left behind?

Is the girl you left behind out there tonight romancin'?
Makin' eyes at someone else and singin', is she dancin'?
Only the girl you left behind is real when you're sleepin'
Puts the teardrops in your eyes from secrets she is keepin'
Happy just playin' a tune and dance the whole night away
Hope the girl you left behind will be there for you someday
Lonely is the wind that blows, you know you'll always miss her
Lonely is a lover's heart, if only you could
Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her

All the girls you left behind could fill up California
Please don't leave them too darn long, I think I oughtta warn ya
Absence makes the heart go cold and makes a heart to wander
If you stay there by their sides, you'll feel their hearts grow fonder

Hope you see her someday
Hope I find my way
Back to the girl I left behind

So tell me you will never roam
(We swear we won't go roaming)
You'll be by your fireside
(We'll all be home sweet home and kiss her, kiss her, kiss her)

So where's the girl you left behind?

She's waitin' for her sister
We won't stop until we're home we'll hug and hug and kiss her
I'll find the girl
I'll find the girl
I'll find the girl
I'll find the girl

You'll (I'll) find the girl
You'll (I'll) find the girl you (I) left behind
Tonight! Tonight! Tonight!
That's right
Alright!

[Zee]

Name: Eris
NickName: None
Title: Proffesionally Insane
Pack: Never XD
Age (Please incluse season): She doesn't know (looks to be about Seven)
Gender: Female
Height: 3'4
Eyes: Red & Pink (Red = Bad Eris & Pink = Good)
Body Pelt: Black
Tail Pelt: Black
Legs pelt: Black
Head Pelt: Black
Wing Appearence: Sharp, cornered, black
History: She was born with two personalitys. Contantly argueing. Always trying to control the body. She can't remember much of her life, just being alone. As well, she once or twice tried to approach a flock, but they chased her away because she was a blackfairy.
Personalities: Bad - She's mean, lean, fighting machene. Hates most fairys. Notourius for causing strife and discord when one displeases her.

Good - Kind, gentle, worried, and very sad about her counter part. No matter how she tries to make friends, the mean part of Eris drives everyone away.
Brothers and Sisiters: Naw
Parents: Unknown
Other: Crazy wolf XD
Pic: Not yet ;o

Lyrics: Sweating Bullets - Megadeth

Hello me...meet the real me.
And my misfits way of life.
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession.
Hindsight is always 20-20,
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy.
Speak of mutually assured destruction
Nice story - Camped in duction!

Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me, and
My air is getting thin.
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet.
I'm chomping at the bit, and my
Palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets

Hello me...it's me again.
You can subdue, but never tame me.
It gives me a migraine headache
Sinking down to your level.
Yeah, I just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance.
But Mankind has got to know
His limitations

Feeling claustrophobic,
Like the walls are closing in.
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where I've been.
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe and my
Palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets

Well, me...it's nice talking to myself,
A credit to dementia.
Some day you too will know my pain,
And smile it's blacktooth grin.
There's a war inside my head!
If I take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back,
Here I come again!

Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Feeling claustrophobic,
Like the walls are closing in.
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where I've been
Once you committed me
Now you've acquitted me
Claiming validity
For your stupidity
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again, whoa!!
Sweating bullets!