Welcome to Gaia! ::

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Rules~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~No god modding or power playing, we all know this but it's always good to state it so no one can use the excuse "I didn't know, i wasn't in the rules."
~Romance is encouraged
~PM profiles to me with the subject "To Live Again"
~Follow all of Gaia's original rules
~If you wish to curse, only use "Hell" and "Damn" the others are very unappropriate.
~Use [[ ]], (( )), {{ }} for OOC
~I can add more rules if I want to
~Have fun!

(This is all I can think of for now lol)

~~~~~Accepted Profiles~~~~~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Wolves~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gaian Name: Aurora Juliana
Human Name: Suzanne
Wolf Name: Raja
Age: Died at the age of 17
Gender: Female
Personality: Will be discovered in RPG
Appearance: Her pelt is a pretty long rusty brown color and she has bunches of different patches of white all over her body.Her two front paws are white,which make them have the appearance of gloves, she also has a patch of white on her chest,one white right ear, and on her face it looks like she has half of a mask, coming over her left eye and then going into her snowy white muzzle.It is there as a reminder of her past life.
History: They say she went crazy because she couldn't deliver a child, others say it was because she couldn't keep up with French customs but the truth was she hated and envied her husband so much that it drove her to the point of insanity.It was back in the times when royals were still the main power and she was one of those unfortunate princesses whom was forced into marriage for the wealth of her country.Everything of her home was tore away from her as she was pushed in this life.After a few months of living with the spoiled prince she grew a hatred for him.He was rude, treated her like a dog, and loved his little bed warmers better than his own wife, and beside all that his people loved him, they would all bend just to kiss his sick feet any chance they got like it was the greatest thing in the world. This sickened her to the core and that was when she began messing with poisonous drugs and finally she found it, the perfect drug it had no smell or appearance.It was fall and the big harvest ball was coming up and this would be the perfect time to unleash her poison to the people and her husband of France.The night of the party, she dressed up it one of her most beautiful gowns,she also wore a solid gold mask enborded in sapphires, and put her almond hair up in curls.She looked even more beautiful that night than she did on her wedding day.All eyes were on her when she enter the room to meet her husband, her husband the dog he was smiled from ear to ear when he saw and his eyes, oh those eyes looked at her like they did when he stared at those beautiful women whom layed in his bed.He quickly ran over to grab her arm and as the night lingered on she watched as everyone scarfed down the food and wine of the evening unknown to all but her that it was all spiked with her poison.People began to fall ill making it to were they had to leave but only she know the death that awaited them at home.She giggled when she watched her husband chug down a whole bottle of the poisonous wine.He then slowly came over to take her arms into a dance.She smiled at the paln in his face as the music played she could fell him getting weaker and weaker until finally he fell to the floor.The music stopped and the guards came running over but it was to later he was dead.When the guards knelt down to check his pulse she grabbed the sword off one of their belts and backed away."Thine will know it was I, whom kill your king and it will be I whom takes thine our life,not thine France." she said while stabbing the sword through her heart.No one from that night could live to tell her words and until this day,no one knows what happened.
Wolf Role Play Sample*has been read*

Gaian Name: OneRainCloud
Human Name: Tara Seen
Wolf Name: Chalice
Age: Died at 23
Gender: Female
Personality: Will be expressed in RP
Appearance: Silver fur with a white belly. She's a slim wolf but her fur is voluminous. Her eyes shine with a blood red.
History: The night that she and her boyfriend were hustled was the day it clicked. In order to protect herself and her lover, she kicked the gun out of one of the masked mens' hand and shot in quick succession at each one. Adrenaline rushed quickly through her body as 4 bodies fell to the floor, herself one of them.
She awoke in a hospital bed with her boyfriend by her side. He then left her.

It didn't matter anymore. She went to a bar the night as she did not experience any major injuries. She ordered the best red wine, her favorite and her obsession.
But today was different. The second she saw the color, she had a flashback to the day where she killed. She grabbed the cup and flung it at the bartender. The impact and surprise left the man dead. Tara climbed into the serving bar and grabbed the case of glasses and flung it towards a large crowd. Few died, but still, many were injured. She continued her rampage untill a bullet shot right through her heart. She turned around just in time to see the face of her killer.
Her ex-boyfriend.
Wolf Role Play Sample *has been read*

Gaian Name: Aerie_Has Been Decieved_
Human Name:: Cecilia Anna Marie Jakobson
Wolf Name:: Axxis
Age:: [H] 24 [W] 6 Solstices -3 years-
Gender:: Female
Personality:: Axxon is surprisingly quite happy-go-lucky for what she has been through. Some might think that a woman of her profession would be a hellion, but Axxon, despite her rough exterior has a warm, lively heart and a cheerful disposition. As a human she was quite the atheist, though since the Lord has given her a second chance she relies on his guidance for quite a lot of things. She is very religious now that she has seen God first hand, though she is hard on herself for what she has done in the past and for not believing.
Appearance:: Though in her first life, Axxon had fire burnt locks, her pelt as a wolven creature is quite different. With an undercoat of pure ivory it sometimes, in the dead of night, appears to be glowing. The overcoat of the young wolf is of many shades; black, brown, red, grey, and mauve are all colors of her over pelt.
Though she doesn’t have many distinguishing marks, she does have a few that set her apart from all of the rest. Two black marks run down her sides as evidence of her past life, God let her keep her reminder that she wasn’t free just yet. Both of her auds are tipped black, though her muzzle is the color of sand. Her left front sock and her right back sock are stained in a blood red color, but her other two pads are pure pearl colored and all of her nails are onyx.
History:: Our story starts with young Cecilia Marie Jakobson, newborn thrown in a dumpster just outside of a suburban neighborhood with her umbilical cord tied tightly around her throat. It was God that found her that night; he had a special plan for her, too bad she had never really believed in him.

Age six, finally adopted into a foster home, only to be the brunt of her new father’s rage. Raped, beaten, you name it he did it to her. She swore to kill him, too bad he died of cancer before she could.

Age fifteen, adopted again and though it was a better home, the scars remained. She became engrossed in the world of drugs and pornography. She became an internationally known as Mistress Scar in an underground porno cult; she loved every minute of it.

Age twenty-one, ‘legal’ and dangerous she rode the highways with as many dope heads as would fit in her car. One night a bar fight broke out between her and a few of her buddies; she shot four of them with four excellently aimed shots to the head and heart. Needless to say she had seen C.S.I. way too many times.
From that night on, killing had been her specialty, though she had never killed any children or any innocent, she did kill randomly. She also was a thief and a sadist; she was in love with sin itself.

Age twenty-four, a love had blossomed, or so she thought. Mercury, that’s what she called him, although his name was really Ian. He had said that he loved her, and he was the only one with her trust in the palm of his hand. Betrayal wasn’t something she was accustomed to, and even though she had felt it few and far between she promised never to let anyone hurt her like Mercury did. Too bad he shot her before she had the chance to keep her promise. Such is love.
Wolf Role Play Sample::*Has been read*

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Humans~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gaian Name: righter_chick
Name:Rebecca, called Beck
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Personality: Loner, Emo, and very suicidal
Appearance: Her face, when seen behind her hair, is white, her eyes are green. Her clothes are all black - dungarees, shirt, hair, boots, and gloves (No skin is shown other than the face. And that is shown rarely.)
History: Her mother and father used to be full on Catholics. When they died, a neighbor left a five year old girl on the steps of a church with instructions not to move until the nuns came to find her. They didn't find her for two days. When they did find her, she was cold, wet, and hungry. They took her in willingly, but her personality was not that of a nun. She was raised by the nuns, but reaching the age of 14, she was put into an orphanage. She was fostered for a while, but no one wanted an emo girl to raise. She has been pushed around for a year before she ran away. She is living on the streets, her art giving her enough money to buy food. She has been on the verge of suicide for a while.
Religion: Catholic, but only because her parents were.
Other: She is a very talented artist, and she can hide from anyone (this means cops) and she loves to eat any Hostess (C) product. She is a chocoholic.

Gaian Name:: Aerie_Has Been Decieved_
Name:: Acer Axe Revves
Age:: 23
Gender:: Male
Personality:: Acer has a peculiar personality, seeming almost passive-aggressive or bipolar, though he is just confused and lonely. He doesn’t understand the world and it defiantly doesn’t understand him, though he tries to be normal, he still lacks behind other children, other people. Axe [nickname] is also an atheist, but only because he doesn’t understand the concept of God or anything else. He tries to be happy along with the people around him, but inside he’s really thinking about other, more somber things, so even if he does seem happy, it’s all a façade. Thinking that everyone would be better off without his presence, he is very suicidal and he thinks about how life would be without him quite frequently.
Appearance:: Deep maroon shades fall onto the man’s peach colored flesh. His evergreen colored eyes stare down the five foot and eleven inches of his slightly muscular body as he fingers his nape length hair. The ever present white bandana that is tied through Axe’s hair is slowly untied, showing one of his many secrets.
History:: There really isn’t much to say about Ace, except yeah, he’s been suicidal since he was but thirteen years old, it’s surprising really, that he’s lasted this long. No one really knows what happened to the kid. One day he was just a kid and the next he was a ‘gothic little freak’, who knows what happened, but he really does try to be normal. He has a normal family; and mother, father, and little sister, he couldn’t ask for a better family to tell the truth they’ve been nothing but good to him, he still hates living. He can’t see how people can live in the world as it is now, it sickens him to the point of wanting to take his own life just so he doesn’t have to put up with it any more. At times it seems he is just misunderstood, other times he just seems lonely and he can’t seem to grasp a hold of reality. He’s just a sad, strange little man who doesn’t feel like living any longer.
Religion:: Atheist
Other:: Acer has two full sized identical twin Alaskan Malamutes, both males. He can play the piano and the violin and he loves nautical things.

(when we get a few more people. When I get a little time I'm gonna finish my profile.)

[ooc:: Hey everyone who comes here,
I'm almost done with my profiles then maybe we'll be on our way to getting started, what do you think Ma'Lady Tsu?]