the BANDITS!

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the BANDITS!

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meet the bandits!
meet the gang! [coming soon]
meet their leader! [coming soon]

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meet the CREW!

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Asheera || male || 3 years old || mysterious || no lover || no pack

Empire || female || 2 years old || neutral || no lover || no pack

Theron || male || 3 years old || dark || no lover || no pack

Eureka || female || 2 years old || neutral || no lover || no pack

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[atrb=background,http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Lordess_Lynzee_Beckett_x0/asheerabackground.png] A S H E E R A c a l l i n g ;; Asheera p r o n u n c i a t i o n ;; uh-SHEER-ah g e n d e r ;; male a g e ;; 3 a l l i a n c e ;; mysterious i'd like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly a p p e a r a n c e ;; asheerah is the kind of wolf that scares at first glance but after a short while you feel protected. he is taller than most wolves and has a strong, muscle-filled body that makes the intimidating appearance. his whole body is filled with scars, which are windows to others; they show the life of this wolf. his eyes are of a blueish white, emotionless most of the time; his emotions may vary time to time. he has strong, long legs that carry his huge weight; his fur is thick, dark grey and long at the head/neck. his body fur is normal length-wise, but on the neck it begins to get longer until it reaches the head and it hangs over the eyes. he has black markings all over his body and face, and he has an ear with a part of it torn off. his tail has a white tip almost unnoticable in a bright day. its hard to say that i'd rather stay awake when i'm asleep p e r s o n a l i t y ;; fearless, secretive, mysterious, quiet, pacifist, nature-loving, defendant of the innoncent, and quite lovable in some occasions. he will not let anyone he loves down, even if it costs his own life. he doesn't care of what others think about him; he has his own will and concept of himself and will not change it for anyone. he is strong-willed, yet more calm and reflexive when loved ones are around. he may be strong, but sometimes his heart is weak. he protects the innocent ones and sometimes falls in love with the unwanted. he loves to take risks sometimes, depending if it means his life or not. he can be as passionate in love or hate as you want him to be. even if he has his own mind, he will sometimes let you change his thoughts. he's just a big ball of mysteriousness to sum it all up. p a s t m e m o r i e s ;; he was born on July 17th and has been a problem to some and a blessing to others since day one. his mother cared for him as her favorite but his father hated him with neverending passion. he grew up in a disfunctional home, being surrounded with forcebreeding, hate and insecurity; he had to become a father to his three younger brothers: Ashia, Ekerea, and Jealen. Asheera was a responsible brother, being the oldest of the litter; he always brought food to the den when dad wasn't around. one dark day his father arrived possessed by an unknown force and attacked, raped and killed Ashia, Asheera's youngest sister. blinded fury embraced Asheera and killed his father. his mother screamed. bloodshed. A shout of sorrow ran across the sky. He killed his mother by accident. He would never forgive himself... Now he tries to protect the innocent from others, hoping he won't make anymore damage. he ran away and started a whole new life with regrets. at three years old he found the Moonlight Wolves lands and hopes to stay there 'cause everything is never as it seems [when i fall asleep] RP color is 333333 and B5EEF5

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[atrb=background,http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Lordess_Lynzee_Beckett_x0/empirebackground.png] There's a song that's inside of my soul It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again I'm awake in the infinite cold But you sing to me over and over again EMPIRE .:: i go by the name of Empire. .:: i am currently 3 years of age. .:: i am a graceful female. .:: i am of the alliance of neutral. So I lay my head back down And I lift my hands and pray to be only yours I pray to be only yours I know now your my only hope .:: my fur is entirely white; equal length in every side. .:: my eyes are of a stunning silver that penetrate into the soul of the person who i look at. .:: my legs are delicate and my body is too. some say that i'm a weakling but i am not. i have scars to prove it. .:: my biggest scar is the one on my face, which starts on the forehead and ends in my cheek. it is completely healed now, but it won't grow fur back. it was caused by a bear attack, which thankfully i managed to survive. .:: i have many, many scars but all of them have healed completely and are now well hidden under my elegant, white fur. .:: my pawpads are gray in color, painted in black spots. .:: my nose is pitch black. .:: my tail is of a normal length and has very white-like silver on the tip. that is the only thing that pronunciates from my whole body. Sing to me the song of the stars Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again When it feels like my dreams are so far Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again .:: i am mostly quiet. i barely speak; i do so when needed. i am very thoughtful, and i do meditate in what i do. i don't take actions before thinking or reasoning why i should do them. i take care of myself rather good, and i like to take care of others. my passion is pups; i love that period of our lives when everything is wonder and excitement; where there are no troubles at all. .:: i like to use logic. i am not a know-it-all but i do have my moments. i like to think about the good stuff of life. .:: i am tolerant, but sometimes that tolerance may run off. i have my limits. i am very hard to get in all ambits, like males or decisions. i do not like vengance at all. i find it obnoxious and immature. .:: some say i am very grown up for my age. but i beg to differ; i have my childish moments. when no one's around, of course. And I lay my head back down And I lift my hands and pray- to be only yours I pray to be only yours I know now your my only hope .:: i was born on december 27th on a cold winter day. my mother was a light and my father was a mysterious. mysterious indeed. .:: as almost never there. he disappeared for days without us knowing where he was. he grew up to be a shadow in my memory. i only recognize his tri-colored fur and his deep voice. my mother was black but white in soul. my mother was my everything; she was my role-model. .:: i was the only white pup in my litter. everyone else is of a different color. at first my mother thought i was blind, but when she figured out i was not, she just wondered why were my eyes so different from all the others. i grew up being special and cherished by others. .:: one day i fell in love like any other creature; it was just perfect. his name was Ryanne. we went everywhere together; i loved him more as the time flew by. but a few months before the end of our relationship he became unstable, and he abused me verbally and physically. one day while i was walking by a cave, i saw him and another wolf mating. my jaw dropped in disbelief. he acted like he didn't care. i jumped and grabbed him by the neck, and after a period of events i managed to kill him and the female. .:: i was destroyed, and went into depression. right now, i'm trying to recover. i want to meet someone that can make me forget everything. just love me truly and not make me live in a lie. is that too much to ask? I give you my empathy I'm giving you all of me I want your symphony Singing in all that I am At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back my RP color is A5C4C2 and FFFFFF. So I lay my head back down And I lift my hands and pray to be only yours I pray to be only yours I pray to be only yours I know now your my only hope

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[atrb=background,http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Lordess_Lynzee_Beckett_x0/theronbackground.png] Theron|| the hunter of his own kind. I can't escape this hell So many times I've tried; But I'm still caged inside Somebody get me through this nightmare! I can't control myself! name; Theron. meaning; hunter in greek. age; 3. gender; male. alliance; dark. pack; none. rank; loner. mate; none. So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe it's not the real me; Somebody help me tame this animal! This animal, this animal! appearance; Theron is large. Very large. He has huge proportions everywhere, but he isn't exactly a giant. His legs are strong and heavy, and his tail is always low hanging behind his back legs. He has sharp claws to go with his oversized feet. His eyes are of a blood red on the outside of the iris and turn into a golden yellow on the inside. They are emotionless, cold and lifeless most of the time. He has two white dots over his eyes, and four scars in his right eye. He has his left ear with torn-off bits and his right ear has an earring. (The earring will be explained in his history.) His fur is soft, and of a normal length all the time. The underside of his stomach is white and his tail has a black tip. His way of walking is mysterious, always trotting most of the time. When he walks, he walks slowly, scanning the area for any victims he can catch. He always walks either suspecting of something is about to happen or head low sniffing the ground. His voice is deep and somewhat irresistible to some females, making his trap even more easy. I can't escape myself So many times I've lied But there's still rage inside Somebody get me through this nightmare I can't control myself personality; Theron is quiet, impatient, desperate, what-I-want-I-want-it-now kind of wolf. He is unconsiderate, filled with hatred, fury, anger, and aggressiveness. He is cruel, merciless, heartless, vengeful, cannibal, psychotic, pleasure-seeking and bloodthirsty. He enjoys killing, torturing, force-breeding, and even eating his own kind. He is a destroyer of lives; Theron is what you can call a true and perfect "psycho." But there is another side of Theron. He is insecure of himself, afraid of everything, timid, sometimes a coward that prefers to run; he can't face difficulties, so he prefers to hide them or resolve them by killing or doing whatever comes to his mind. He wishes to be what he was before; he has an internal struggle with himself; he wants to do good but something controls him and makes him a killing machine. He wants to feel how love feels like, but he hasn't tried it because something pushes him to kill others. He doesn't know what love or compassion is. All he knows is to suffer and how to make others suffer too. his past; Theron was born in a human Indian tribe called the Iwatusak, and they lived very far away from Moonlight Wolves. He was very loved there, and he was even awarded with the Silver Ring of Loyalty, which they called witrak ewa tu kana. He grew up loved with his family; as he grew, he gained position amongst the tribe's semi-tamed wolves. He always had a rival called Eyutak. He was a large black wolf with penetrating crimson eyes. He was violent in front of the wolves but sweet in front of the indians. He was a total hipocrite. Theron hated him with his heart. One day, Eyutak killed Theron's favorite Indian and pulled his body far away from the tribe. Theron grew insanely rabid, and in total blindness, he massacred almost all the Indians of the tribe, including the wolves, children and all. It was a horrible night. He ran away laughing loudly, uncontrollably, like a witch's laugh on the middle of the night. Only a few survived and ran away from the crime scene. As Theron ran and ran, he killed every living thing on his way, with a horrible grin and a mind-bending laugh that could be heard from miles away. But what he didn't know was that Eyutak survived the attack. As he ran, he saw the black figure of Eyutak in front of him. Theron laughed and laughed uncontrollably, and his blood-stained face was barely recognizable. Eyutak jumped into the air and attacked Theron. A fierce battle was held, but Theron was still laughing. Like if something possessed him. Fury embraced him and with a hard bite to the neck, he ended Eyutak's life. He then ate some parts of Eyutak and ran away, filled with blood and gore. He was still laughing, and laughing, and laughing. Right now he is residing in Moonlight Wolves, trying to forget what he did, and finding new victims to laugh at while he relives his haunting past... RP Color black and FFCC00. Help me believe it's not the real me! Somebody help me tame this animal! This animal I have become! Animal I've Become - Three Days Grace

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[atrb=background,http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Lordess_Lynzee_Beckett_x0/eurekabackground.png] E u r e k a ! The stars lean down to kiss you, And I lie awake I miss you, Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere. Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly, But I'll miss your arms around me I'll send a postcard to you dear, Cause I wish you were here. B a s i c I n f o ! name Eureka (can also be written Euréka.) alias Eka, Reka, Ekky. gender female. age 2. alliance neutral, but tends to have inclination towards the lights. lover none. pack none. rank none. I watch the night turn light blue, But it's not the same without you, Because it takes two to whisper quietly, The silence isn't so bad, Till I look at my hands and feel sad, Cause the spaces between my fingers Are right where yours fit perfectly. A p p e a r a n c e ! Eureka is medium-sized. Her dark figure may scare some, but they're obviously wrong. She is slender, but with dense bones and scruffy fur. She has two light grey dots over her eyes and a wite splotch of fur over her back. Her eyes are of a magenta-purple color on the outside, and blends with intense orange on the iris. They are often mysterious but with a hint of happiness and hope in their stare. Her front legs are thick and her back legs are strong, giving her the ability to run outstandingly fast. At first glance, she is overall a not-so-normal black wolf. Her eyes distinguish from all the others. Many think they glow on the darkest nights, but they don't. She's as normal as any other wolf. Her ears are pointed, always erected, listening to her surroundings. Her nose is as black as her body. She can hide perfectly in the night, when no one is around to see her hiding... I'll find repose in new ways, Though I haven't slept in two days, Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone. But drenched in Vanilla twilight, I'll sit on the front porch all night, Waist deep in thought because when I think of you. I don't feel so alone. P e r s o n a l i t y! Eureka is what you call a shy wolf. She barely speaks, but when she does, she speaks her mind. She is more of an observer; more than a leader than a follower. She doesn't follow the currents. She is strong in her decisions and will not let anyone convince her otherwise. She is determined on her goals and will not permit anyone to stop her from accomplishing them. Eurika is confident yet not good with words. She is incredibly shy, but once you get to know her, you notice the confidence she has, sometimes thought to be dormant inside of her. She has incredible feelings; she cares for the needy and loves the children; she helps whoever is in need of it and will not back down. Eureka loves truly. She will surrender to that person only; she will love no other, and will be faithful 'til the end. She is passionate, lovable, inquisitive and incredibly fun to be around. She can be often confused with innocent, but she knows enough stuff to keep herself alive. As many times as I blink I'll think of you... tonight. I'll think of you tonight. When violet eyes get brighter, And heavy wings grow lighter, I'll taste the sky and feel alive again. And I'll forget the world that I knew, But I swear I won't forget you... Th e P a s t ! Since birth, Eureka has had amazing parents until this day. They love her with all their hearts. She was the only pup of her small family, only consisting of her, her father and her mother. But, since a few months old of age, Eureka was confronted with her first experience of her life: rejection. All her friends always turned her back on her; they either betrayed her, backstabbed, hurt (physically and emotionally) her and many things more. She grew up insecure, in depression, and not wanting to leave her parents' side. She grew up thinking she was atroucious, unwanted, and misunderstood; but she always had the love and support of her parents. She was always beaten by bullies; life was hard for her. Many wolves abused of her. As she grew up, she met a "wonderful" male named Ian. They became a young wolf couple that went everywhere together. But, Eureka had a "best friend" named Belissa, who was always on their trail. One day, Ian and Eureka went their separate ways, and later on, Eureka found out that Belissa was secretly crushing on Ian. She was destroyed and went into an even deeper depression, but she's slowly lifting herself up. Because she knows that there is always peace at the end of the storm. RP Colors are 171717 and C900D4 Oh if my voice could reach back through the past, I'd whisper in your ear, Oh darling I wish you were here. Vanilla Twilight, Owl City