Name: Ludwig
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Personality: Protective and kind. Also a bit of a goof.

Rank: Fighter

Family: 

Crush/Mate: Maria
Loner or a survivor?: loner
Looks (of pic don't strech the page): 

 Name: Maria

Gender: female

Age: 17

Personality: kindand loving. Hard to anger.

Rank: fighter
Family: unknown
Crush/Mate: Ludwig

Loner or a survivor?: loner 

Looks (of pic don't strech the page):

Name: Shay
Gender: Female
Age: Young adult (about 18)
Personality: I don't know how to describe her... She's headstrong and not easily convinced of anything. She's a bit of a sceptic and really hates it when people tell her what to do or how to think or anything like that.
Rank: Loner
Family: They have all died
Crush/Mate: Uh, no
Loner or a survivor?: Loner
Looks:

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Name: Charlie
Gender: Male
Age: Adult (25)
Personality: Charlie's old fashioned and really never takes crap from anyone. He makes sure things always go his way and does them to make sure he does the right thing, even if it harms others. He goes out of his way to make things right; just don't get in his way of doing things.
Rank: Second in Command
Family: Not that he knows of
Crush/Mate: None
Loner or a survivor?: Survivor
Looks:

Bump~ C:

[Jeesh, the forums are moving fast today... o3o]

((Well.... This IS a fantasy... xDD

Bump~ :C))

((Sorry for poofing, faulty freakin interenet connection. >.> I'll have Alcarie as leader for the moment unless anyone else wants that position. It's open. Otherwise I guess i'll start.))

Padding from the small den that was once better kept and larger, called the Hunter's Den, Viveral poked her nose out and gave the air a sniff. Sighing, she looked around the camp wishing it was back in a time when the place was full of foxes running about and living under the guidance of Wolvesbane. Now is seemed empty, deserted, wasted. Flicking her large ears back, the hunter decicided to do what she'd always done best, hunt. Padding to the apprentice's den, she looked inside to call her apprentice, the only one the camp offered ight now. "Kreyette? Ready for hunting practice?" She asked, a small smile on her tiny face. Without waiting for a respense the young fox slunk into the surrounding forest, searching for any sort of prey. Or even better, foxes that had abandoned the ways of Wolvesbane to live on their own.

Looking down from the mountin bluff, snow white paws dug firmly into the rock, Luoke $searched the forest below with wise, cold eyes. "This is the place, where the foxes have given up on Wolvesbane." He mused more to himself then his companions. A soft voice whispered in his ear, soft but powerful at the same time. Lead them, guide them. Huffing, the older fox started towards the forest below, unusual white fur making him stick out in the green. "I would not be surprised if these red foxes have never seen the likes of us." He whispered to the air.

Name: Dusk
Gender: Female
Age: 16 seasons

Power: Manipulation of Water
Personality: Mysterious and gentle like the water she controls

amily: (DEceased)
Mate/Crush: Open
Looks (if pic don't strech the page): http://www.covebear.com/ArcticFoxCoveBearUSGS.jpg

((I'm feeling a bit better. Here is my very rough bio.))

[[Get well Feythie c: And remind me what is Wolvesbane? Is it a kind of like a Warrior Code?]]

Shay's smile broadened as she heard the small squeak of the mouth she just caught. A small laugh emitting from her throat as its bone's crushed under her delicate paws. She was rather small for a fox, the runt, if you will. She hated this ti
tle and seemed to chew her food a bit more angrily than usual from the thought of it. For a quick moment, as Shay cleaned her paws, she thought she saw something white flash through the brush, but she figured it was a just a figment of her imagination and went back to grooming herself.

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Charlie yawned loudly and stretched his limber legs out in his den. He was having a great dream, a repetative dream, and, once again, his dream was burst. Charlie sighed, smacked his lips, and stood up to go on a small hunt. A few seconds later he heard Viveral calling for Kreyette. A small snigger erupted his lips as he thought of that small fox hunting. He didn't think of him as much of a hunter, but he's been wrong before.

((Sorry for such a fail on Charlie. D:))

Dusk sighed and glared blindly at the prey she ahd just killed. She was unsure how she had killed it, but the ice had encased it and she had bit it. She didn't know exactly how the water did that and then froze, but she wasn't complaining, it was the first real meal she'd had in days. She opened her jaw and clamped down on the meat inside of the caribou. She tore the meat and gulped it down, feeling the still warm blood run down her throat.

Dusk's muzzle was a britght red from the caribou blood and once she'd finished the prey, she buried the carcas.s and went to a nearby stream. The arctic fox dunked her head into the water and felt in rush over her maw, cooling it and washing the blood downstream. She smiled andlifted her head out of the water. Not bothering to shake off the water, she started to walk towards the makeshift den she had.

She growled as she ran into something, a feat she had managed to avoid ever since her birth. She was losing it, she knew it. "Ah well..." she said to herself. She flicked her white tail and climbed into the den. She settled down to sleep, dreaming of the day she would meet someone else in this frozen wasteland of death...