Username: Vampiric_free_runner Charecter name: Cratos, the lone wolf Species: Lycanthrope. age: His appearance is usually a strong, proud male, he often has white fur and when in his human form, he would have long black hair and beautiful blue eyes.. Description (of physical and magical assets): Cratos is a slim, pure white wolf, he masters in earth, water and even a little fire. he is also making progress on learning the elemental ways of ice and manipulating steels and metals. picture: (this is no longer cratos.. as he has not moved onto his next body) History: Once known as Vincent, he was a normal male wolf with the exception of morphing into a human.. He lived this life alone within a large pack but often ventured into the world for his chance to seek a purpose.. In his first lifetime though, Vincent was attacked by a horde of vampires.. his blood than took the vampiric curse within him though.. it acted strangely to his own blood.. Instead of becoming a cross breed or one of them... he gained a difference in traits.. His age still grew as he lived on, but coming to old age, Vincent's body closed down.. dying, and yet where his body fell, a new one would stand.. Vincent would be young once more yet.. not a pup.. in his prime of age even.. no.. the age in which he had been attacked.. He was granted a second chance at life.. Changing his name to Blake, he was chased from his pack, they feared what else he might become, he found his thirst for blood was mild yet could only feel relieved from blood where the owner had been tortured or scared of death.. As he took this new life, he joined a new pack.. Became popular as the black male Blake and even mated with several of the members, he took this new life with a new perspective.. have fun..enjoy himself.. yet, as he grew old once more.. He found himself in love with a female from the human world.. living with her, having children of his own even, Blake changed his perspectives in life.. but, he was unable to stop their deaths.. As his body died once more, Blake became Cratos, and was still welcome to the pack when he returned.. His mind kept every single memory of each life and changed once he became Cratos, he grew up mentally now, Taking a single mate, Kuro who he loved and cared for like none other.. they were not fated to be together though and as they grew apart, he accepted his loss.. As the pack continued to new lands, Cratos stayed with them always, he was never home unless he was here.. but even now, Cratos is finding his body grow older, he feels his last breath taking it's toll.. Looking forwards, Cratos woke up one morning, feeling alive and refreshed, the pack had just begun to work together once more, he loved his life and..for once, failed to feel his age affecting him.. with a sudden fear, he looked down from where he slept.. finding his previous white fur had stayed to the floor..had he died in his sleep? Cratos does not yet know his appearance, he is about to head from his little cave and find the river.. the only mirror he could find right now.. others may not know who he is.. but they may also note, his eyes are the same beautiful blue they always have been..

Name[Full]: White Fox
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight

Species: Human

Dream Career: His dream career is to be a fully paid hitman

Markings: None
Pets[up to 2]: None
Personality[3 sentences]:
White Fox is rather rude, he does not care for others like he cares for himself and would seem the type to stab a person in the back instantly..
He looks down on other humans and even other creatures, thinking highly of himself.
Though.. he has his days where he can be pleasant to be around, though this is rare for him also..
White Fox is also very secretive about his life, he finds it hard to trust people and considers himself better off alone...

History:
White Fox was born into an ancient dojo..
He was not given a name and for the first 10 years of his life was known as "Number 32".. He did not know who his parents were.. if he had any brothers or sisters.. or even if he was originally born into the dojo or just taken at birth..
all news on who his family or where he was truly from was held secret from him as to provide a stronger warrior..
By not knowing who he was or who he was related to, it would hold back any hesitations he could have in the future when it would come to killing a foe..
From birth, White Fox was taught an ancient fighting style where his body was so thoroughly sculpted into that of a beast.. though he is slim and tall, He is stronger than many humans.. even stronger than Vampires and other beast..
He was taught to fight such creatures from the young age.. at 11 he was able to out run any adult vampire.. out maneuver them also.. He was killing Lycans at the age of 12 and torturing Vampires in the battle field at 13..
He was a born fighter..

At 10 his name was decided on "White Fox" for both, his fighting style and techniques but also his aura colour...
His whole life, White Fox had found no one who could fight with him on par except those who also lived at the Dojo.. Not liking the fact that they all knew similar fighting styles to him, White Fox waited one night for them all to sleep where he slowly and stealthily went on a killing spree.. not a single survivor was left.
He than continued to burn down to Dojo as to destroy all traces of his fighting styles and techniques..
He now wishes to put his skills on the line, becoming a Hitman for those with the most money...
Though.. It is not for money but to find a worthy opponent..
His sword has spilt so much blood it has a red aura emitting from it when unsheathed.. His clothing also splattered with the blood of his teachers would not wash off but he does not bother to try anymore..

Name: Ashe

Nickname: Ashe

Age: Unknown

Apparent Age: around 20 human age..

Gender: Female

Species: Wolf

Bloodline: Pure

Element: Earthen

Orientation: Unknown

Abilities: She is a able to manipulate earth, yet only in the sence of the earth that grows, flowers, fruits, vegitation, grass, etc (too much to list) :P

Personality:She rarely speaks, she is shy and quiet, but when it involves something or someone she loves, she can become extremely outgoing

Background: Ashe grew up in a small village, she was an orphan girl who was founded in the woods by the nursery, the villagers feared this little girl though, hated her even.. as she grew up, she grew up scared.. afraid to speak out as when she had, she was attacked, or worse..
she hated life in the small village and as soon as she felt the courage build up in her, she managed to run away...
it was when she was 6..she found out the reason she was hated so much, being cornered by a group of teenagers, they could tell she had a certain beauty to herself, and tried to take advantage of that, she retaliated.. screaming in pain, she managed..somehow, to change.. her mouth had sharper teeth, her body seemed different, she had turned herself into a wolf.. killed the group of boys.. and even found out her natural elemental powers..
she slowly progressed her powers during her life, but swore, no matter how they harmed her.. she would not use these powers to kill.. She now finds herself entering the Ambrosial lands..
Kinship

Parents: None

Siblings: None

Mate: None

Children: None

Appearance

Height: 5'2

Weight: 170-180

Eye Color: Orange

Fur // Hair // Skin Color: Pink fur and hair

Distinguishing Markings: Her eyes and innocent looks..

Name: Ishida Shirahama
Nickname: Ishi
Age: 19
Apparent Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf
Bloodline: Pure
Element: Air
Orientation: Straight
Abilities: Ishi has a unique fighting ability, with his unstable mind he is able to perform unpredictable movements.
he is also able to use and manipulate the element of Air, this could be from the wind brushing by or even the oxygen in another persons lungs.
Personality:Outgoing, Fun, kinda Crazy
Likes & Dislikes:
Likes:

Excitement

Danger

To fight

Pride

Fear
dislikes:

Peace

Disloyalty

Memories

To Feel Weak

Being Looked Down Upon
Background: Ishi spent his childhood with his father, he was taught to survive by the man, taught of his family history..taught to fight, hunt..everything he knew..his father had taught him.
He was a happy child, playful and knew many others..yet he also knew the awaiting future, his father was dying, slowly but very effectively..
Growing weaker and weaker, Ishi watched as his father faded away, at the final moment of his father's death, he revealed to Ishi a power deep inside of himself.. an element of his own.
Ishi with tears strolling down his perfect white cheeks, buried his father that night, not wanting others to think of the Hero as food, and from here, he left his home lands.
He traveled alone, finding his own food and his own paths to walk, Ishi grew weak to his own mind though, talking to himself, even arguing as though he was two people, Ishi began to lose his mind, his sanity was at risk as was his life as he traveled he found his life changing worse and worse.
Even as he lost his mind, Ishi spent almost every moment of every day training himself, his Element, the air around him had become his weapon, it had become his way to survive, his only true friend.

Ishi now approaches new lands, he seeks out information on two packs opposing each other possibly.. one was for the proud pure bloods, and another..for those who were not of pure blood, he remembered his father's teachings on his family history and for the first time since his fathers death.. Ishi felt proud of himself..
he intended to join the pure bloods, and though he also knew this meant starting from the bottom of a pack, he hopes now he will be able to raise his rankings..

Ishida's only true memories were of his Father, his teachings and his death..
though during extreme snow storms, Ishi will recall his mothers death and the last moments she spent to save his life.
Kinship
Parents: Dead
Siblings: None
Mate: None
Children: None
Appearance
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 180lbs
Eye Color: Greyish Brown
Fur // Hair // Skin Color: White fur, White hair, Pale skin
Distinguishing Markings:Under his maw, though he has to reveal it, Ishi has a small black mark which is in the shape of a circle

Name: Uiscen Pride
Nickname: Pride
Age: unknown
Apparent Age: around 20-30 (human age)
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf
Bloodline: Pure
Element: Water
Orientation: Unknown
Abilities: Pride is able to use and manipulate water.. he is able control the water and blood in his body at times where he needs to, meaning he could add and take water or blood away from his muscles giving him more or less strength.. This could also be done to another person's body..
Personality: Pride is a calm person, though he is angered easily by the Ambrosial pack, he is also loving and gentle with those he trust..
Likes & Dislikes:
Likes:

honesty

loyalty

respect
dislikes:

impoliteness

Hatred

Judgement
Background: Pride was born into the Ambrosial pack, though he loved his time there, he always resented how they spoke of the Curs.. As he grew up, he was growing to be playful like any other would, but also fearless.. he ventured into the cur's lands many times and even got caught once or twice, though.. the Cur's were kinder, they did not mind his venturing.. shortly afterwards, Pride had found a female he loved, though.. she was not of pure blood and the Ambrosial's dislike was clear.. during a great war between the two packs, Pride switched with the Cur's as to protect his lover, though his own father had sent Pride to his death before killing himself, his mother..had gone for his lover... though Pride was left to die, he managed to pull himself into the watery depths surrounding the island.. drifting into a small cove by the island cliffs... Pride took refuge there, as others thought of him as dead, instead.. he lived in the small cove, strengthening himself up and preparing to pay the Ambrosial's for their mistakes..
Kinship
Parents: Dead
Siblings: none
Mate: Dead
Children: None
Appearance
Height: 6'2
Weight:170
Eye Color: Grey
Fur // Hair // Skin Color: Teal
Distinguishing Markings: none

Name: Osyrus

Nickname: Osyrus, Lord of Famine and War

Age: Unknown

Apparent Age: early 20's

Gender: Male

Species: Shape Shifter

Bloodline: Pure

Element: Famine and War.

Orientation: Straight

Abilities: Many of Osyrus's abilities are unknown, he has a set list for both his elements..
for instance, under famine, he is able to do many things.. He is able to create a hunger which may, whilst in his power, never be satisfied..
or, any crops or meat in his reach, he could cause to rot away or simply not grow..
He is also able to make one's body begin an instant collapse as though suddenly starved to death to a point they could no longer have the strenght to move..

However, with his power over War, Osyrus has a rather..disturbed mind to this power..
he would use it to create feuds between groups, he could make their anger levels rise without reason,
the tarnage...casualties and deaths he is able to cause is limitless with this..

Osyrus also has powers given to him from his breed..
he is more shapeshifter than wolf.. and with this, making him a unique warrior, he is able to transform any part of his body, into a blade of sorts, or a whip and even, hammer like objects..
He is able to do so at such speeds, where within an instance, he could be swinging a sword to your head, which then wraps around your throat in the style of a whip..
This also comes with a mirrored ability so to speak, as his Element is so unique, and he is unable to have another, he is able to use his elements to "Mirror" anothers, for instance, if he is to fight a water elemental, he would be able to use water elements to some extent.. Though, the more he uses this, there is a large strain on his own body, unbearable pain would run through his body, it is his double edge'd sword...


Personality: Osyrus is calm, deciteful when he needs to be, yet will also redeem himself useful..

Background: Osyrus was just like his brothers and sisters, unique.. Powerful..yet also unknown off to some of mankind..

Unlike Sendri, who was born during the world's start, providing it the sun it needed, he was born a little later, once humanity began to live on the Island created by Osyrus's parents, they couldn't stop the war and Famine that would soon come, so here he was born, in hope to keep such things under control from that point..

he managed to do as they wish for as long as he could, yet when the main pack broke up, Osyrus was left with a choice..
seeing how much the Cur's were being made to suffer, he couldn't help but feel sorry for them.. he also had a fondness for the pack leader.. He stood behind Azrael ever since the seperation of Packs, secretly he held a love though, for Slavka, knowing no other could have known of this love, Osyrus always felt a little..wary.. as though he would be looked down upon for this..

then, as Slavka was killed, Osyrus felt a great pain deep down, something he had never felt before.. something surely to haunt his heart even..
and as Azreal took the stand of leader.. Osyrus stood behind him, a new anger in his mind..something he feared might even destroy the balance he and his siblings had kept for so long...


Kinship

Parents: Mother - Neva // Father - Asmodeus
Siblings:
? Brothers: Anil, Canicus.Sendri
? Sisters: Luna [twin] Lucine, Cardea, Aquaria.
Mate: None
Children: None
Height: 6 ft.
Weight: 254 lbs.
Eye Color: a light, Teal Blue
Fur // Hair // Skin Color: Very dark grey fur, with white patches and black lines running through.. his skin is fair but closer to pale..
Distinguishing Markings:His fur turns red at the tips in some areas.. for instance, the back of his neck running downwards and under his chin
In his human form, his markings could be the shifting of his arms to his legs to even his head..it could depend on what he's up to..

Character name: Howl Species: Wolf age: 4 Description: He is currently learning to hunt and fight, he is pretty weak at both though.. soon to learn his elemental abilities if he has any.. A secret power hidden within him caused his life to change dramatically.. when he is scared or angry, to severe extents, he will pass out, a large wave of energy will than emit from his body, his own body slowly decaying as it does, if the said energy was to get in contact with another, it would do the same to them but at a quicker pace.. The lands around him would also crumble or wither away at the energy's touch.. This has only happened the once though and he does not know about it.. He has an unbelievably fast regeneration attribute.. even if severely harmed, he will be able to heal once his whole body stops moving.. History: Howl lived the first three years of his life happily.. His father was teaching him to hunt and fight, and a secret teaching.. His father had told Howl he would have something wonderful placed into his heart.. On the night it had happened though, upon waking up from his fathers experiments.. As he walked into his home, he listened to his father in the other room arguing with his mother.. fear suddenly struck him,as he cowered away into a dark corner, things began to blur.. his sight began to fault and he could not remember much more.. He woke up a mile from his home.. severely injured by the energy's strength but it took him an hour before he was fully healed.. as he made his way home, he found nothing but the highly destroyed bodies of his pack.. fleeing the scene he spent the last year travelling..