OOC:
- name: bee.

- experience: i used to roleplay a lot a couple of years back, when i was oh, fourteen, fifteen, all kinds of stuff, board RPs, and chatroom stuff, also MMORPGS and the regular kinds. though i guess that doesn't really influence writing skill, eh? anyway, i stopped for a while and today i got this insane urge for doing it again.

- age: i guess i'm probably the oldest yet, what with being twenty-one.

IC:
- name: Caio

- age: two years and a coupla months.

- species/type: red wolf (canis rufus).

- pack: Stella du Ciel.

- rank: beta.

- how he will react to having that rank: he was mostly a loner but he that has taught
him discipline and harshness where it is needed, besides, he remembers the order of his pack growing up as a pup and would be able to adapt to being around other wolves again without any incidents, it's what he craves, actually. He'd be able to enforce what the alpha needed and keep the structure.

- description: red wolves aren't the largest kinds of canines around and Caio isn't the biggest of the red wolves, but he has a ferocious agility to his lithe, well-toned sixty-five pounds of coiled muscle that say you shouldn't underestimate him. And even though his cinnamon coat is a bit the worse for the wear, he's got humour in hiz hazel eyes that belie his rugged exterior for more than just another rough and crazed wanderer. No, this here wolf's got soul.

- personality: though sometimes given to introspection he is a mostly playful, wolfling. Always ready to crack a joke, be it at someone else's expense, or at his own, he sees the irony in life and that helps him take things in their stride. That doesn't mean he doesn't have his shortcomings, though, and what with being somewhat young and quite a bit smaller thand most he's developed a sense of pride that seems a bit inappropriate. So, to put things short, he's a cocky lil'bugger.

- history: he grew up in a small pack, only son of the alpha couple. You see, his parents couldn't have pups anymore, something to do with a sickness his mother caught. He was the only surviving cub that season, and the pack was real quiet. There'd been a lot of deaths, and, amazingly, it had been the younger wolves that had been most affected by that odd fever. Now prey was scarce and they were growing into a ragged group. His father and the betas were pretty busy having to hunt for everyone and soon a dispute issued between his father and the beta male. They were both tired beyond measure, they shouldn't have fought, but once they begun none wanted to give in, but his father was even more exhausted, he fell. He never got back up. Caio's mother, Mia, was given a choice to remain, she never looked back, she could see how there was no more life in here for them. She was right, soon after her mate she went. Caio learnt how to fend for himself in the wild and for a little over a year he made his way through hardship hoping to reach a better place. And it was with that in mind that he's arrived here.


RP example:

Caio tipped his delicately shaped head towards the cool ground and took in all the scents he could gather with one good sniff. It felt so good doing this, better than seeing, almost, this flood, this inrush of information that whispered, promised of others like him, but different! Magnificently different! And, oh, it had been such a long, long time since he had been around others his breath suddenly faltered, suddenly failed him, and those scents, those marvelous scents, they vanished into the breeze and fluttered away into the direction he had come from. That direction held nothing but miles to be worn 'neath weary paws, empty miles.

Still, it had been such a long time since he'd done anything more than join his voice in wolfsong, in celebratory moonsong. Could he do anything more now and, if he did, would he be strong enough, good enough, to succeed where his father hadn't? Still, it was rather unfair to think of the old beast as unsuccessful just because of the way he died... Besides, here he was, worrying before anything had even had a chance to happen!

'You're getting old and worried, Caio, old fella.', he told himself. then he split into a wolfish grin and breathed in again those new smells that spoke to him of of his kind. 'But, not to worry, it seems there's plenty of new to go around, these parts.'

And with that he trotted off in their direction.



oh, and let's not forget the famously amazing codeword 'byth bythoed'.