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Character: Kimmik

Kimmik's black wings were folded neatly over her back, glimmering darkly in the light. Her fur was the same colour as her wings, but with lighter shades shot through. Unlik most other members of her pack, Kmmik didn't crave power. She already had it. As Beta of the Wolves Under the Flaming Moon pack, and a member of the Darkmoon Council, her influence extended farther than many other wolves. She did lack however something that many of her pack members had; a human form. Kimmik didn't feel the urge to change, and when the other wolves around her had, she had stayed in wolf form. She had dispared of ever being normal, until her wings had begun to grow. She knew then that she was not a normal werewolf, and was destined for great things. Working up through the ranks of the pack hadn't been easy, but her loyalty to her pack had eventually gotten Alpha Mist to see that she would make a good Beta. It had been Kimmik's idea to pull together the alliance, although it would have been impossible without Alpha Mist's support.
The wind sang through the air and vibrated Kimmik's helm. The metal was etched and engraved with runes and pictures, elegantly wrought from the strongest steel. It was molded into the shape of her head, but left her jaw free to bite and crush. Metal plates covered her back and legs, and and the muscle and bone of her tail. The metal encased the bone and muscle of her wings, but left the feathers free. The armour blocked attacks of fire, earth and wind, but left her vunerable to all else. If an enemy attacked her with those elements, the attack was turned back to them twicefold. Kimmik knew she looked intimidating, she saw it in the gaze of the Omegas that shrank away from her and in the gaze of the warriors when they silently asessed her as a threat.
Kimmik's rise to power had left her with no time to find a mate, nor did she want one. She was one of the only demi females in the pack, and never got close enough to any of the males to feel any sort of attraction to them. Training came first, always. Arcane magic had always been her passion, and she had control over the powers of ice, water and fire, and was able to intrude the minds of her enemies, totally incapacitating them. Her wings made flight possible, and Kimmik was adept at fighting int he air. Clean fear always flashed through her at the beginning of a battle, but she used it as a tool to fuel her attacks.
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A small bio for now whill give a biger one later

Character:Garwen

Garwens an 341 year old man that looks like an 48.9 inces tall 8 year old boy that ways 51.5 pounds hes slightly tand, has free medium long royal blue hair, his eyes are light blue hes wearing a black t-shirt and light blue jeans he wears a leather strap over his chest wich holds five glass vials filled with his own blood around his jeans is another leather bellt were he hanges his scimitar and 12 bullets made of his blood and a blood whip on his back along with a spike
His clothes with the exheption of his leather straps are made from a special element created in his old pack befor it was destroyd when he shifts into his wolf his clothes get absorbd into his body like thay were never there just as well if theres even a threat of them remaining thay can repair themselfs and be wearable again the next day.
Garwen can control his blood at will when his blood christalises its as strong as steel. He has superhuman healing, healing any wound within a few seconds(depending on the injury could be 1 turn could be 5 turns if nothing but the head is left will take 10 turns ((can only survive withought his head in the forest of Aclia thinks to its immense power outside off it can be killed by blood loss removal of certain organs or silver)))) wounds inflikted by silver wont heal((need to penetrate skin to count as an unhealable wound)) nor will damage to the brain(certain elements can be bothersome to him some can even ve used instead of silver you need to figure those out yourself though))
He is curently wealding a scimitar and curwed dager made from his own christaliced blood
He can be most often seen in his wolf form a smalle pup sized wolf, his body is lean and slick built for speed and quick turns his fur a beautiful coat of Royal blue and his beautiful bright blue eyes seem to glow with radians
Unlike his body or wolf form who didnt grow or mature with his age his werewolf form did
The rarest form to see little Garwen in is his Werewolf form or half wolf in it he stands 2'5 meters tall with a bulky muscular body slow on two legs can only run at the speed of a normal human but on all four can run at the speed of a bear but only for short distances his strong able to lift up to 60 metric tones ones he has a hold of you, you beter beg for him to let you go his fur is the same color as his hair his eyes turn chrimson red and his razur sharp claws extend ready to claw threw just about anything ((better hope your defenses are stronger then dragon scales)), if you want to penetrate his imensly thick skin you better have something equivelent to an anti tank rifle anything les will hurt him yes but will not go threw his skin

The only drawback to this form is becous of the imense change it brings on((and that withought Bellum helping him out to take away the stress his body takes the fourthfront)) he can only stay in that form for a single day othervise... he dies do to the stress
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Character: Hurricane

Hurricane looks down at the sun setting. It's soft orange and red hues spreading across the meadow, and illuminating the dark rock mountains in the distance. Her wingbeats are soft and constant as she hovers in the air thinking.
The wind buffeted Hurricane's pitch black fur as she hovered there. She might not have been the most powerful wolf, but she was getting there. Hurricane killed without mercy, without thinking. She had to admit, she slightly enjoyed it...but nobody knew that she had done these sins. What they only knew was she was a fun loving wolf. What caused her to be feared wasn't being able to fly, no. It might have been the elemental magic, fire, water, earth, and air. That wasn't it either. She could summon powerful beings through her mind. Creatures from all across mythology, lore, history, and her own imagination. That's why they feared her. Their own nightmares come to life. What could be more frightening than that? She was feared and Hurricane was happy. No more would she be a runt. No, she would get her revenge. That could wait though, now we look to the future.
your past. Think about the future ahead. You got this position to prove that you could do some good, so go ahead. Go help lead a pack Hurricane.
Hurricane was thinking about her past at that moment. Her mother and father were killed by rouges, and she was never the same since. They were crushed, literally. The rouges weren't just protecting themselves, no. They wanted, they were aiming, to kíll her family. Once Hurricane had gotten to the scene all was lost. Blood pooled on the ground beneath her parents, their skulls and bodies crushed.
The next thing you would probably notice about Hurricane was the light armor covering her body. It's color was a shiny silver. There were designs engraved into it, Twisting dragons and other mythical beasts. It covered her head, body, legs, and tail. Her wings were left free, as well as her mouth and eyes. The blue eyes were cowled by the dark shadow coming from the armor. She almost looked like a hellhound. The wolf servant for the devil himself. This armor protected her from fire and water. It was crafted from some of the finest steel. It had been a gift from her parents before they died.
She had black wings, as black as the rock in hell. Her fur was the same shade. Pitch black with no sign of any other color. If there was some it was swallowed up by the black, like a nightmare crushing fantastical dreams. Her bright blue eyes lit up amongst the overpowering black. They shone like a beacon of hope.
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