##ᴊᴏɪɴɪɴɢ ғᴏʀᴍ - Name - Age - Gender - Appearance ( Picture, or a paragraph. No weird fur colors accepted, but odd eye colors are tolerated. ) - Personality (At least one paragraph.) - Small roleplay example, at least a paragraph. ** A few reminders when creating your character:** - No wolf names like "Shadow", or "Snow" etc. - Real pictures only are tolerated. No anime wolves running around, thanks. - Wolf fur can range from reds, browns, blacks, creams, whites, and grays. No Purples and pinks. - These wolves are unusually large, more than likely being dire wolves in this time period. Take this into consideration. - No weird markings. Have you ever seen a wolf with crazy swirls? I hope not. - No accessories. Unless your wolf has opposable thumbs to make them. Which they don't. - **YOU CAN HAVE WEIRD EYE COLORS**. However, if your wolf is **WHITE** and has **BLUE EYES**, you are automatically **DEAF** OR **BLIND**. Pink, purple, green, teal, rainbow, go crazy. Even have multicolored eyes who cares. I know these seem strict, but I wanted to keep this semi-fantasy.

###**Ceruron** _Five/male_  ####_Personality_: **Lawful good**. He wants justice in everything, so he tries not to be biased in his decisions. He believes that it was the lack of following the True Law that caused the fall. And so he's law abiding. He has an analytical, systematic approach to things- he prefers to think before he acts. He follows some secret moral code that guides him through life- and he holds so steadfast to these things that he has become out of tune to the feelings of others and even his own emotions. **Blunt**. Why can't others just say what they mean and mean what they say? He fails to understand those that spend their days beating around the bush instead of just communicating exactly what they mean. When asked for an opinion his will be direct and without the flourish of creative description. This attitude is due in part to his lack of patience for pointless talk. **Selfless**. He lives to be of use to others and will never look the other way if someone is in need. This has nothing to do with his ego or some inborn heroic disposition- he strongly believes in the idea that if he has the power to help then he should do so. **Docile**. If all was well in The World and there was nothing for him to do- the wolf would succumb to his default, easy-going ways. He would choose to sleep all day and speak at length on trivial things with whomever would care to listen. Far from combative he would rather choose to settle disputes with thought and reason rather than tooth and claw. **Pride**. Ceruron holds great pride in his words and ability to debate with the other creatures of the garden. However this pride sometimes causes him to fall short; he will often refuse to admit that he is wrong and, in his haste to defend himself, will become angry and cruel. ####_Sample_: "Listen to him- oh just listen to him!" Warbled one bird to another, in the thick canopy high above his sleeping head. Their shrill cries bounced about the trees and echoed through the Garden with clear agitation. "He sleeps the day away and wakens only to eat!" Cried another, the strength in their voices caused the branches which they perched on to shake. As the leaves spiraled down toward him to gently rest on his fur the creation shifted on the grass, rolling over on his side to peer up at them. His dark yellow eyes reflected the soft rays of sunlight that speckled and patterned the ground and his body. Quietly he considered them- a pair of birds fat off of the Best fruits that only they could reach, being the first to feast upon them when they became ripe. Their feathers were particolored and bright, bristling in the light once they felt his gaze. The first bird bounced on their branch, squawking down at the wolf, "Ah he finally decides to wake! What- you heathen- have you no shame? You've not left this part of the Garden for days now- have you no responsibilities?" Truly, he thought in annoyance, when will they cease their ranting? He bore his teeth at them, "Have you no respect for a being twelve times your size- with teeth much sharper than your tongues? Come down to meet me- for your feathers seem to have grown long with preening." The pair flapped their wings and squawked in a rage at such a threat, "Beast! Beast! Heathen and _demon_!"

Accepted.

Name: Oakley Age: 4 Gender: Female Appearance:  Personality: Ashen is sweet and caring, she is playful with an underlying tone of seriousness when its called for, she isn't afraid to fight for what she believes in.she isn't soft spoken and addresses matters with a stone voice that harbors no arguments, she likes her place in the garden but to the extent that it's mostly just her being content, with everything always so peaceful she likes to keep it that way, if an argument arises she is quick to resolve the discrepancy and get things back to normal, Ashen is loyal and understanding with an exotic mind set for peace unless violence is needed. Sample: Ashen sat in the soft sun, her fur a glaring white as she stroked her pink tongue across her scruff, her bright emerald eyes casted lazily around the garden, from where she lay in the grass she could see the trees ripe with fruit, the animals calm with content as they nibbled at the luscious grasses and fruits that grew here. Sira relaxed and rested her head on her paws, she watched the new born deer prance about their mothers and the squirrels chase each other from branch to tree top, all was well here. (Also if you're going by dog years it changes every other year, so I wasn't sure since you didn't specify, also I changed my wolfs name.. and the edit continues to read it as the old one, this should suffice)

> Name: Oakley > > Age: 20ish > > Gender: Female > > > Appearance:  > > Personality: Sira is sweet and caring, she is playful with an underlying tone of seriousness when its called for, she isn't afraid to fight for what she believes in. > > Sample: Sira sat in the soft sun, her fur a glaring white as she stroked her pink tongue across her scruff, her bright emerald eyes casted lazily around the garden, from where she lay in the grass she could see the trees ripe with fruit, the animals calm with content as they nibbled at the luscious grasses and fruits that grew here. Sira relaxed and rested her head on her paws, she watched the new born deer prance about their mothers and the squirrels chase each other from branch to tree top, all was well here. Denied. Please re-read the CS rules and look over your mistakes.

Edited -.-;

Sif Six/Male Appearance: His eyes are a primarily a dull white except for his pupils which are more of a dull gray because he is blind.  Personality: He's a rather accepting wolf. If change is coming, the only thing to be done is to accept it and not fight it even if that change is good or bad. He prefers his times of silence to be alone in his thoughts, unable to see the world that surrounds him in its true beauty he has to imagine it which he does in his spare time on his own and his other keen senses. He plays as the negotiator if he comes between animals squabbling over some petty matter, rather finding a means of compromise the resorting to threats or choosing a side. He can be blunt be enjoys having longer conversations then just going straight to the point. This of course can result in others getting impatient and leaving him to his own devices or him just talking on end with no apparent end. SAMPLE POST: Sif sat alone on the hill, with only his thoughts to keep him company. It was peaceful but he knew in truth everything was far from peaceful and soon there would only be chaos as the garden changed. It didn't take eyes to see change, even in his dark world he could sense it's heavy presence. A grim darkness looming on the horizon that would sweep into the garden and would uproot everything that had once been a vibrant, peaceful place. He stood up and wandered down the hill, hoping for whatever little time was left he could at least live his last few peaceful moments with little disturbance and with a full stomach as his hunger grew telling him he would have to hunt soon. A blind wolf had difficult enough time finding food let alone stalking prey. Sif managed fine on his own however, though if there were others around he wouldn't mind their help in his hunts.

> Name: Ashen > > Age: 20ish > > Gender: Female > > > Appearance:  > > Personality: Ashen is sweet and caring, she is playful with an underlying tone of seriousness when its called for, she isn't afraid to fight for what she believes in, she isn't soft spoken and addresses matters with a stone voice that harbors no arguments, she likes her place in the garden but to the extent that it's mostly just her being content, with everything always so peaceful she likes to keep it that way, if an argument arises she is quick to resolve the discrepancy and get things back to normal, Ashen is loyal and understanding with an exotic mind set for peace unless violence is needed. > > Sample: Sira sat in the soft sun, her fur a glaring white as she stroked her pink tongue across her scruff, her bright emerald eyes casted lazily around the garden, from where she lay in the grass she could see the trees ripe with fruit, the animals calm with content as they nibbled at the luscious grasses and fruits that grew here. Sira relaxed and rested her head on her paws, she watched the new born deer prance about their mothers and the squirrels chase each other from branch to tree top, all was well here. Still denied. Who's Sira in your post? And what wolves are twenty years old? Please use an example with your wolf's name.

> Sif > > Six/Male > > Appearance: > > His eyes are a primarily a dull white except for his pupils which are more of a dull gray because he is blind. > >  > > Personality: He's a rather accepting wolf. If change is coming, the only thing to be done is to accept it and not fight it even if that change is good or bad. He prefers his times of silence to be alone in his thoughts, unable to see the world that surrounds him in its true beauty he has to imagine it which he does in his spare time on his own and his other keen senses. He plays as the negotiator if he comes between animals squabbling over some petty matter, rather finding a means of compromise the resorting to threats or choosing a side. He can be blunt be enjoys having longer conversations then just going straight to the point. This of course can result in others getting impatient and leaving him to his own devices or him just talking on end with no apparent end. > > > SAMPLE POST: > > > Sif sat alone on the hill, with only his thoughts to keep him company. It was peaceful but he knew in truth everything was far from peaceful and soon there would only be chaos as the garden changed. It didn't take eyes to see change, even in his dark world he could sense it's heavy presence. A grim darkness looming on the horizon that would sweep into the garden and would uproot everything that had once been a vibrant, peaceful place. > > He stood up and wandered down the hill, hoping for whatever little time was left he could at least live his last few peaceful moments with little disturbance and with a full stomach as his hunger grew telling him he would have to hunt soon. A blind wolf had difficult enough time finding food let alone stalking prey. Sif managed fine on his own however, though if there were others around he wouldn't mind their help in his hunts. Accepted.

Name: Ashen Age: 4 Gender: Female Appearance:  Personality: Ashen is sweet and caring, she is playful with an underlying tone of seriousness when its called for, she isn't afraid to fight for what she believes in.she isn't soft spoken and addresses matters with a stone voice that harbors no arguments, she likes her place in the garden but to the extent that it's mostly just her being content, with everything always so peaceful she likes to keep it that way, if an argument arises she is quick to resolve the discrepancy and get things back to normal, Ashen is loyal and understanding with an exotic mind set for peace unless violence is needed. Sample: Ashen sat in the soft sun, her fur a glaring white as she stroked her pink tongue across her scruff, her bright emerald eyes casted lazily around the garden, from where she lay in the grass she could see the trees ripe with fruit, the animals calm with content as they nibbled at the luscious grasses and fruits that grew here. Ashen relaxed and rested her head on her paws, she watched the new born deer prance about their mothers and the squirrels chase each other from branch to tree top, all was well here. (Also if you're going by dog years it changes every other year, so I wasn't sure since you didn't specify, also I changed my wolfs name.. and the edit continues to read it as the old one, this should suffice)

> (Also if you're going by dog years it changes every other year, so I wasn't sure since you didn't specify, also I changed my wolfs name.. and the edit continues to read it as the old one, this should suffice) I didn't think it was common for people to put their canines ages in dog years, but I see your point. Since you've corrected your post, accepted.