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hello and welcome to the ashfell adoption center! all characters in this thread will belong to the incoming pack Ashfell located in Northwind Summit. I will be slightly strict on the rules since i’ve spent some money collecting these guys. however, you are welcome to apply with your own designs should you wish to ! now onto the rules and adoptables! if interested, i ask that you either pm me here or on discord (rinafiles) preferred method with the filled in app i added below!

rules

— if you ever lose muse for this character or are inactive for a long period of time, please reach out to return them so they may be readopted. this will be done after 3 months of inactivity without letting me know of a stall.

— this character must stay as a member of ashfell.

— i do not require them to be your main focus, but I would like to see them active! please communicate if anything will affect your activity with them! no communication will result in readoption.

— i ask that you not apply if you plan for the adopt to run away, be kidnapped, die, or have a personality switch. these actions must occur organically and can only occur one year after adoption.

— this character and design still belong to me. the design is only to be used on vivarium and for this character. after 100 posts, we can discuss co-ownership or full ownership of the design.

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which adopt intrigues you the most?
how do you interpret the character?
what plots/interactions are you wanting?
how would you like them to interact with ronan? the rest of the pack?
how active are you in viv currently? (scale 1 - 10 [1 being inactive, 10 being active daily])
name a tradition you think your character would like the most / one they would detest.
write a small blurb of your idea for their history. how they joined/found the pack, etc.

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Name. Morren
Age. 6 years.
Rank. Watchman

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Personality. Sharp as obsidian and twice as unforgiving, the raven carries both wit and weight. It speaks in riddles and dark humor, watching the world with eyes that miss nothing. Loyal only to those who earn its trust, it guards its chosen with a fierce, almost sacred devotion. Beneath its dry commentary lies a strange tenderness — the kind born of seeing too much and surviving it all.

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Name. Rook.
Age. up to adopter.
Rank. Sentinel.

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Personality. Rook is pragmatic to the point of cynicism. He doesn’t believe in Ashfell’s code, their talk of the “mountain’s will,” or any sacred bond between wolf and land — but he respects that others do. For all his sharp edges, he doesn’t mock faith; he just doesn’t have any left.
He’s a survivor first, soldier second, man last. Years of wandering taught him that people can’t be trusted — yet in Ashfell, he’s begun to question whether that’s still true. He hides decency behind sarcasm, and exhaustion behind a tightly fitted mask.

He’s the kind of man who’ll do the right thing — but only after he’s tried every other way first.

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Name. Finn.
Age. 2-2.5 years.
Rank. Apprentice Healer.

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Personality. Earnest to a fault, Finn believes in what others have long given up on. He has a quiet idealism that refuses to die, no matter how many winters it’s weathered. To some, it makes him naive; to others, it’s the only thing keeping them from forgetting what hope feels like.

He’s observant, quick to learn, and stubborn when it matters — especially when it comes to saving a life. Though young, he doesn’t lack courage; he just wears it differently, in the steadiness of his hands when blood runs too fast to stop.

Even when he’s uncertain, he listens,really listens, with a patience that feels older than his years. He speaks with gentleness, but there’s quiet conviction in him: the kind that doesn’t need to shout to be heard.

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CLOSED — CLAIMED BY VAN

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Name. Anwen.
Age. 3-4 years.
Rank. Moth-Eyed.

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Personality. Anwen is haunted, but lucid — a woman who’s seen too much to ever fully rest. She speaks with the cadence of someone who doesn’t just believe in omens, but hears them. The trouble is, she can’t always tell which voices belong to the world and which come from her own head.

She’s cynical of faith, yet bound to it; half-blasphemer, half-believer. Sometimes she laughs at the rituals she performs, and other times she performs them trembling, desperate to make the voices stop.

Despite her strange nature, Anwen isn’t cruel. She listens. She warns. She comforts in her own unsettling way — by naming truths no one else wants to say aloud.
There’s gentleness in her, but it’s buried beneath exhaustion and an ache that feels ancient.

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