Name: Kismet Smith
Age: He is 120 in werewolf years, but he appears to be just 20.
Gender: Male
Requested Rank: Warrior
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Joining Keys: Joining keys have been removed for the fairer purposes of members joining in the future. -VITANI WAS HERE
Summary: Kismet was born a pure blood, from two loner wolves that hadn't even known each other for all that long, and had their fun during a celebration of a hunt, in which every wereling was invited, and the two stayed with each other until he was born. When the male found out that Kismet was the only born one, and that the female was dying, he raced to find the cave and rescue the child. The boy had bright blue eyes, like his mother, and his father's dark hair, so the father took the boy to a pack as soon as he was five. The pack almost rejected him because of his blue eyes, because their religion said that any wereling with blue eyes was too strange, as the rest had green eyes, and that they would be an enemy of the pack as they got older. The werelings in the pack resented him, and the one who nursed him was always telling her children to fight him as much as they could, so that he would get in trouble with the alphas.
Soon, Kismet was shoved into grade school, where there he was always sitting in silence and doing his work, but it was known very quickly that if someone bothered him, he would have a temper. But the other ones would begin to bother him, more and more, until he finally had enough of it and changed into his wolf form, a black wolf with those piercing blue eyes of his. He turned on the worst one in the class, a large boy, and murdered him by ripping his throat out, right in front of the scared classmates, and the shocked teacher, who then called the principal. The principal came down, moved the children out, and lectured an ashamed Kismet before making a letter saying that he was not allowed back in.
As he got older, about 11 at this age, he had been kicked out of many other schools, and was resented even more by the pack he was in, and even got into fights in that pack. Finally, two years later, Kismet got enough of the teasing and taunting, and the youngest child of his stepmother had gotten too personal, and Kismet turned into his wolf form. The child turned into her wolf form, and the two battled, and Kismet found out that the child had been training. He grew closer to her, and she taught him how to fight the way she did, using her size to her advantage, and using her fast ways to knock the wolves over. After a while, the two began to stop training in battles, and just explore and talk about the pack, and how unfair it was that they treated Kismet. The two started their own little romance, in a way, and they still have that little romance, even though what happened to the pack.
One day, the two were in wolf form, hunting a injured buck that had went through the pack lands, and were enjoying themselves until they heard a howl of distress. The two raced back to the pack, but they were too late, as they saw a pack of wolves running out from the pack territory, which scared them and made them run faster. They made it to the pack, but they saw that not a single wereling was spared, and the blood and bodies were splattered everywhere. The two sat and mourned the dead wolves, and buried them at sunrise, before they began to set off, both going to the same place. Kismet suggested that they make a pact that they would stay together, in the same pack of two, no matter what happened to the members of that pack, they would never split apart.
That pact has never been broken.
Example Post:
Age: He is 120 in werewolf years, but he appears to be just 20.
Gender: Male
Requested Rank: Warrior
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Joining Keys: Joining keys have been removed for the fairer purposes of members joining in the future. -VITANI WAS HERE
Summary: Kismet was born a pure blood, from two loner wolves that hadn't even known each other for all that long, and had their fun during a celebration of a hunt, in which every wereling was invited, and the two stayed with each other until he was born. When the male found out that Kismet was the only born one, and that the female was dying, he raced to find the cave and rescue the child. The boy had bright blue eyes, like his mother, and his father's dark hair, so the father took the boy to a pack as soon as he was five. The pack almost rejected him because of his blue eyes, because their religion said that any wereling with blue eyes was too strange, as the rest had green eyes, and that they would be an enemy of the pack as they got older. The werelings in the pack resented him, and the one who nursed him was always telling her children to fight him as much as they could, so that he would get in trouble with the alphas.
Soon, Kismet was shoved into grade school, where there he was always sitting in silence and doing his work, but it was known very quickly that if someone bothered him, he would have a temper. But the other ones would begin to bother him, more and more, until he finally had enough of it and changed into his wolf form, a black wolf with those piercing blue eyes of his. He turned on the worst one in the class, a large boy, and murdered him by ripping his throat out, right in front of the scared classmates, and the shocked teacher, who then called the principal. The principal came down, moved the children out, and lectured an ashamed Kismet before making a letter saying that he was not allowed back in.
As he got older, about 11 at this age, he had been kicked out of many other schools, and was resented even more by the pack he was in, and even got into fights in that pack. Finally, two years later, Kismet got enough of the teasing and taunting, and the youngest child of his stepmother had gotten too personal, and Kismet turned into his wolf form. The child turned into her wolf form, and the two battled, and Kismet found out that the child had been training. He grew closer to her, and she taught him how to fight the way she did, using her size to her advantage, and using her fast ways to knock the wolves over. After a while, the two began to stop training in battles, and just explore and talk about the pack, and how unfair it was that they treated Kismet. The two started their own little romance, in a way, and they still have that little romance, even though what happened to the pack.
One day, the two were in wolf form, hunting a injured buck that had went through the pack lands, and were enjoying themselves until they heard a howl of distress. The two raced back to the pack, but they were too late, as they saw a pack of wolves running out from the pack territory, which scared them and made them run faster. They made it to the pack, but they saw that not a single wereling was spared, and the blood and bodies were splattered everywhere. The two sat and mourned the dead wolves, and buried them at sunrise, before they began to set off, both going to the same place. Kismet suggested that they make a pact that they would stay together, in the same pack of two, no matter what happened to the members of that pack, they would never split apart.
That pact has never been broken.
Example Post:
{I will make the female.}
He had hunted for a doe once more, his 'mate' at his side, wagging her white tail happily as the followed the scent of the doe, and she let out a low whimper of excitement, and Kismet shifted into human form. The deer is nearby, Lillian. We need to get ready, so we can hunt and kill it, and feast tonight, before we need to set off again. That pack might be after us. The female turned into an adult, and stared at Kismet with her piercing green eyes as she whined in a pretty way, telling Kismey that she was tired from hunting and traveling all the time, and that the pack was not after them anymore. Lillian, we don't know if that pack is still after us. Now, unless you want do die a horrible death by that pack, we need to get moving. But we can't rest. Kismet growled, and Lillian began to whine again. But Kismet, I'm so tired! Can't we stop for a minute? Please? For me? Kismet shook his head, and Lillian muttered something. What was that? He asked, turning around. Lillian glared at him. I'm going ahead! And resting! She said, and Kismet almost smiled. Fine. He said. Fine!
He had hunted for a doe once more, his 'mate' at his side, wagging her white tail happily as the followed the scent of the doe, and she let out a low whimper of excitement, and Kismet shifted into human form. The deer is nearby, Lillian. We need to get ready, so we can hunt and kill it, and feast tonight, before we need to set off again. That pack might be after us. The female turned into an adult, and stared at Kismet with her piercing green eyes as she whined in a pretty way, telling Kismey that she was tired from hunting and traveling all the time, and that the pack was not after them anymore. Lillian, we don't know if that pack is still after us. Now, unless you want do die a horrible death by that pack, we need to get moving. But we can't rest. Kismet growled, and Lillian began to whine again. But Kismet, I'm so tired! Can't we stop for a minute? Please? For me? Kismet shook his head, and Lillian muttered something. What was that? He asked, turning around. Lillian glared at him. I'm going ahead! And resting! She said, and Kismet almost smiled. Fine. He said. Fine!
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