Post by dart on Sept 23, 2014 19:55:07 GMT -7
Nōx Pack
Semi-realistic wolf pack roleplay
roleplay however many wolves you can keep track of
The slightest shadow rippling in the dead of night. The whisper of death carried silently to the victims ears. The rustle of fur, the gleam of eyes barely seen in the dusk glow. With a single signal they are off with precision and agility, racing through forests and glades unknown. They seem to think as one entity, breath for the same things, they want the same goals. Their howls floating on a mid-summers breeze is enough to have the hearts of prey racing, and the blood of enemy's chilled. Nōx, a name simply meaning night or darkness in a dead language, no longer the base language of any country or civilization. The name itself entails the horror that follows this pack, of the bloody paw prints they leave in their wake. They are beasts, monster derived from demons masquerading as the feared canine called wolves. Their rules are simple, devastatingly simple. They have foggy borders that are only limited by the ruling alpha, but the general creed goes something like this...
The word of the Rulers is law
The weak, the lame, and injured, the old, they are to be left behind
Positions are earned through combat, any wolf can challenge on of higher authority to combat. The fight must follow fair parameters, and the winner maintains that position.
The three major laws are simple and straight forward, there is no need to explain to the pack of the so-called hidden rules, the ones speaking that injustice is common and fighting between packmates is allowed, to them it is just second nature. The wolves of Nōx pack are feared not for just their blood loving ways and ruthless nature, but of the mix of intelligence and strength they have achieved.
The Ranks
(Listed in order of importance)
Rulers
1.
2.
The leading pair of wolves, male and female. They have either fought their way up to the position, or moved up from the rank of Lieutenant.
Pups
N/A
These are the young of the alphas and betas who enjoy certain privileges equalling that of a care free Ruler.
Lieutenant
1.Ulrica
2.
Male and female these are the two second in commands, the only other pair allowed to have pups beside the alphas. They help direct the pack and order its course.
Soldier
1.
2.
3.
Unlimited
The large majority of the pack. They hunt, fight, and generally be wolves.
(Note, there are no elders as the pack will leave behind those to old to add to pack life)
The territory of these hellions is varied and wide, never in the same place day to day. The only place the demons stop to cool their feet is if a Ruler or Lieutenant is expecting pups, and when that is true they stop in a small glade between two mountains, a rocky cave suiting as a birthing den. But after that they are on the move through pine and oak, water and stone. The main goal of these wolves is simple, to survive and conquer, to dwell in blood and power.
Name
Aristodemos
(Ari for short.)
Rank
Ruler
Gender
Male
Age
4 1/2 years
Description
Some say that he is a wraith, a mere hell ghost wandering the earth, while others dare to whisper quietly to each other that he is a curse upon the globe. Silver and white his form is striking, not the dismal black fur you would expect from a pack named after darkness itself. But that does not mean anything, merely genes.
His head is large and sculpted, long muzzle laced over with silver lines of fur, not from age, but merely fur patterns. But the eyes are the most striking part of his face. Dancing, glowing, taunting amber orbs rest themselves in his eye sockets. They seem to be crafted of finest amber glass with a globe of hellish fire piercing out from them. They seem to read your very thoughts with a glance, deducing whether of not you are worthy of being there with a single flicker.
He is the size of the average wolf, long sloping legs connecting to white black nailed paws, a plumed tail flowing behind him. A broad chest and lean build marking him as one built for endurance and agility. But half of his left ear is gone, a ragged sloping line existing instead of a pointed tip. Rumor has it that he lost it in a battle for the position of Ruler.
Persona
He is sharp, thinking on a whim, not afraid to give out the order to kill. He takes joy in those moments when his pack works as one entity, fighting against foes, or taking down a deer. He believes that Nōx is the rightful ruler of opposing packs, giving him a chillingly way of explaining things to enemy's, as if explaining to a small child that the world isn't theirs.
He doesn't have much fear, making him far to reckless and haughty, often getting him into positions he can't easily get out of. He will never admit that he was wrong, preferring to maintain a so called perfect picture of himself. Delusional, fearless, and a hellish desire for blood and glory.
Once a few wolves have been signed up I shall start the roleplay.
