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[»contort]

The Creator

The Basics:;
name -- Elisse
age -- Eighteen
characters --
Contort
Rosto's Wrath
Ghost

[»contort]

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[atrb=background,http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh463/R0STYN/Everfrost/contortbackground.png] The Basics:; name -- Contort [Con] age -- Four gender -- Male breed -- Timber Wolf height -- 34in weight -- 84 pounds The Important:; home -- None rank -- Loner personality -- I am a rather misgiving canine. I tend not to like females at all and I would rather not have other brutes around me either. I might as well give the cold shoulder to the world. I am a flat asshole to everyone and everything, though there are those rare times when you can wonder upon me day dreaming. That is what I am. A dreamer by far, wishing for another creature that can handle my icy temper and snippety ways. In my opinion, I am a very vein creature that is far more into myself than any other creature I have ever known of. Many a vixen has dared to swoon over me, but I just play with their hearts and drop them like rocks. I am a player by far and I put Shakespeare's Romeo to shame. I laugh at all those love struck fools. Anyone who can give up their heart is quite the fool indeed. If a mare is to bold with me, I will play the game of screw and run. I love leaving broken hearts in my wake. That is where I got my nickname, The Cold Prince. I'm just waiting to see if there is a mare brave enough to try and handle me. So far none have been able to with stand my cruel humor and vicious words. Maybe fate just hasn't guided me to the right vixen or maybe they’re all just failures. Contort has a mixture of a personality. If you are kind to him, then he will return the favor, more or less. As soon as you do something against him you can expect his short temper to flare. Placing a burr under his ass is the worst thing to do. Once his anger snaps, it does not cool quickly. No, he will be in a fury until he finds someone to exact his revenge. Though if you can manage to get on his good side and befriend him, you will forever be favored and respected in ways you could not expect to be treated by someone with such a temperament. Though it is best to stay aloof and distant from him, do not in any way disrespect him or you will never gain his trust. There are those rare moments when you can walk into his presence only to find him deep within his own thoughts and yet there are those other times when you can find him with his easy smile and his head in the clouds. Those are the times when you can get away with watching him in relaxed repose. Many times he can be found relaxing within the frozen land around while he lets his mind wonder and it makes you wonder what he's thinking, since he keeps most of those things to himself. He has never been known to keep women around for more than a few weeks and none of them have managed at being his only lover. He tends to keep many of them and I mean many. history -- I don't normally speak of my history. I lived my whole life with just my father. As soon as I was old enough to be without my mother, she had left me to live my life in hell, pretty much. I vowed never to allow another female to get close to me. I chased off any other creatures that dared to stand before me in such a daring way, but I never got into fights. That just wasn't me. I wasn't likely to mess up my handsome pelt. No. That would have been a damn shame. I guess you could say that in my younger years, my heart froze over and I chilled everyone out, not allowing them past my icy shield. That is how I have lived my life and how I will always live my life. There was no changing who I had become and there was no solving the unsolvable. Others have always tried to pick my brain when they’d gotten the chance to even get close to me and try to talk to me about whatever meaningless stuff they had on their mind, but I never gave them any details. Unlike those who have seen blood, I have seen none. I was just frozen by my father’s cruel words and harsh nature. For some reason, I used to tell me he did it to make me strong and make me cold. I wasn’t sure that I believed that. So, it is just something I don’t speak about. To any one. Childhood Contort was raised by a loving and tender mother, but his father was not nearly as tender. Since Contort was the only male, the only child and his father had expected him to be the strongest and become a leader worth fighting for, but it seemed like all that was happening was that his mother coddled him and cared for him with all the grace and poise that a female did. One day, they were separated from the pack and all Contort did was cry. His mother couldn’t stand to see her son so broken hearted and so, she left to search for the pack, or so she said. However, she never came back and Contort watched his father wait and wait, hoping she would return, but she didn’t and his father’s heart grew cold. Teenhood Contort became a very obedient son and always did everything that was asked of him, but it didn’t seem to be enough. Nothing pleased his father. Ever. He fought and fought for his father’s love, but nothing ever came of it. He became just as cold as his father was and his chilled out anyone who tried to break through his walls. Even his father left him though. Old age calling him away, or was it a broken heart that had taken him from this world? Contort would never find that answer and so, he was left alone. Alone and with no one to love him in this whole world, that was what he told himself and would continue to tell himself. Adulthood With no love in his life, Contort wondered, searching for a place to at least call home, even if it was only for awhile. That’s when he came to Everfrost. He’d never seen a place like this and his cold heart gave a warm leap, but that was all as he walked through this place. Searching, always searching for the one place he could claim as home and only home. He didn’t want love, he just wanted a place to stay until he got bored and needed to find a new place to stay, but deep down, he hoped that he would find someone to capture his heart. Even if it was just in the back of his mind where he couldn’t even admit it to himself. He could never admit something like that to himself. It would ruin him. song -- Angel to you, Devil to me -- The Click-Five The Heart:; lover -- No one friendships -- None yet enemies – None Yet met -- No One offspring -- None The Thoughts:; None Yet

[»rosto]

Rosto’s Wrath

The Basics:;
name -- Rosto’s Wrath[Rosto]
age -- Three
gender -- Male
breed -- Timber Wolf x Eastern Wolf
height -- 35in
weight -- 85 pounds

The Important:;
home -- Kintla Pack
rank -- Unknown
personality --
Rosto's Wrath. His name says it all really, but it would not be fair to leave it as that. Though he is fiercely loyal and determined. He is highly possessive and extremely aggressive. Never bring up his lack of sight or he will show you just how easy it would be for him to beat you in battle. His mind is always spinning and turning. He's always got something new for you to hear about and he is one hell of a fighter. Even with a lack of eye sight he can turn you into a creature knot. It is best that you leave him to his own doings or he might undo you. Rosto is quick on his paws and willing to do anything for his home. He would fight till his last breath if that is what was asked of him.

Though there is something about him that he only shows to those closest to him. His heart is soft once you get around the hard outer shell. Though he hates some canines because of his mother, he loves other creatures, especially sweet, good natured females. He shows a kinder side to them and is willing to get along with anything that is not pure of breeding. Through all his ruthless behavior you can find something close to angelic about him, though he will never agree to that fact. He believes he is a coward for events in his past and has yet to be convinced otherwise. It's going to take some hard ass work to turn his shit kicker into something more than just that.
history --
Childhood
Though his childhood seemed normal, he was not. His mother had named him. Rosto's Wrath, such a nice thing to call your child since you were supposed to love them. No, she hated him. The only thing she ever gave him was a curse. She is the reason for his blindness or partial blindness is hereditary. Both his mother's parents were blind, but it seemed to have skipped a generation and been passed down to Rosto. It slowly takes away what he used most in all of his young life. Sure, it taught him to rely on his other senses, but he was never normal. That was all that would have been his problem. You see, the reason his mother graced him with this blindness was because when he was born, he didn't cry out for her when she started walking away to force him to stand when he was young and just learning, just stared at everyone around him with wide, intelligent eyes. She saw that as a problem, thinking he saw too much with those eyes of his and he did.

Teenhood
By now he is half blind. His sight leaving him with only half formed images. His father loved him though. Sure, his mother had left and his father was having trouble taking care of the both of them, but he never let Rosto down. Until the day she came. His mother was a alpha female now for another brute, and she wanted them gone, the evidence of her former lover. Well, she and a band of others came to kill him and his father. His father pushed him away sending him into the thicket of the forest, hidden from the eyes of the ones who hunted for him. They asked his father where he was, but he wouldn't answer and as they killed him, Rosto screamed and raced from the horror he had just seen. His fear was a prison that kept him from helping his father, from dying as well. When the sounds of slaughter faded, Rosto stayed silent, now in the deepest part of the woods, alone and scared. It was as though they couldn't find him and so they left him alone in a forest that smelled of blood and held memories that no person should have ever held.

Adulthood
His mother's herd never tried to find him again and Rosto was taken in by another pack that raised him and taught him to fend for himself. He enjoyed the fighting that he learned and knew it was only from his mother's bloodlines that he enjoyed it. His life was a nightmare and he believed himself a coward for not being able to help his father and for not wanting to die. He fights in hopes of bringing back his honor, but he fears that there is no way to restore it in this lifetime and that he will forever be a coward by name.
song -- Lost in You -- Three Days Grace


The Heart:;
lover -- No one
friendships -- None yet
enemies – None Yet
met -- No One
offspring -- None

The Thoughts:;
None Yet

[»ghost]

Ghost

The Basics:;
name -- Ghost
age -- Five
gender -- Female
breed -- White Tundra Wolf
height -- 38in
weight -- 90 pounds

The Important:;
home -- Nyack
rank -- Unknown
personality --
Ghost is one of those extremely outgoing wolves, all it takes is good company and some fun times to pick hr mood up from the brooding state it can get into from time to time. Though she loves to play around every once in awhile. She's more of the leave me to my work types. There are moments when you can pull her from her thoughts and other times when you have to sit there and yell at her over and over again until she demands for the information of what you want. She doesn't like wolves who sit and nag her for hours at a time, so sometimes it's best to just leave the poor girl alone until after she's done with her work or you might just get your head bitten off.

Ghost can be a very happy canine at times and is more than a little interesting when she's been in a fight, that doesn't happen often seeing as it would ruin her reputation. She's one of those ones who laughs at everything and anything. Sometimes it makes canines want to give her a good smack over the head for the way she can act, but everyone can be stupid at times. Many wolves just forgive her because she's one of those beauiful vixens that no one can say no to. One of the high class wolves who just captures the eye and never lets you look away without a fight. Ghost is just one of those types.

In relationships he can be very protective. She doesn't like it when whoever she is with goes off and is reckless. It makes her nervous and then she doesn't know what to do with herself, so she rarely flirts and spends much of her time with her thoughts and the open air rather than brutes. She's not the type to be so overly protective she drives you crazy, but there are just some things in her life that has caused her to react to things the way she does. Deep down Ghost is a warrior and defender.
history --
Puppyhood
She was a normal canine. She was born to older parents and she was their first successfully born pup. All the ones before her had died because her mother’s body didn’t register that she was pregnant. So, when Ghost was born it was a miracle. They spoiled and loved her like any parent would. They raised her well, but with a mindset that wasn’t common among wolves. Both his parents had been loners that had found the packs and liked how it worked so they had joined. They learned the ways of a pack and taught their daughter the ways as well. She was quick to keep up with those thoughts and ideals, but it didn’t always work out that way. For awhile there, Ghost looked down on males because many of them didn’t see her as an equal. That didn’t last very long when she grew to be bigger than most of the males.

Teenhood
Ghost was normal, went through her training just as anyone else would go through the steps of learning to hunt and fight. She was always willing to learn new things and be told exciting adventures with promises that one day she would have such adventures of her own. Ghost was eager in everything and anything she did. There was not fault to her joy and delight at doing something that improved herself and others. It was a joy to know that she caught on quickly and retained that information.

Adulthood
That happiness ended for awhile when her parents died of old age. His father was first and then went his mother. It was no surprise for Ghost, but the pack was shocked that she showed no emotion over the whole thing. Many began to avoid her and she just turned a blind eye to it. She had no reason to care what they thought of her, not at that moment anyways. She just went about her duties and tired to tune out the things that her pack mates might say to her. In the end, she left. It wasn’t that her life there was bad or that she didn’t have some happy ending. She’d known that her parents were going to die sooner or later and at least they went one after another. Still, the heartache that Ghost felt left her hollow and lonely. Her pack couldn’t accept her and so, she moved on, ready to start a new life in a new place where no one would know of that day she showed no emotion.
song -- In Better Hands -- Natalie Grant


The Heart:;
lover -- No one
friendships -- None yet
enemies – None Yet
met -- No One
offspring -- None

The Thoughts:;
None Yet