Coding for Remus!

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So I managed to make the table look mostly the same, but there were a few things that I couldn't change from CSS to the coding used on Proboards v5 :3

I hope it's what you wanted though! ^~^

... I also have a version of the table that is flipped (picture on the right and scroll table on the left) if you wanted to change it up but still have it the same : )

Name ||| Solivan Vale Previous Rank/Title ||| Lord of Winter Nickname ||| Soli, Traitor, Sol Gender ||| Male Birthday ||| March 12th Species ||| Northern Timber Age ||| 3 1/2 Years Coat ||| Soli has a midnight black coat that blends in to the darkest of nights. It is smooth and well groomed, meticulously so. It bears no scars or hairless places, though it does conceal an assortment of scars and old wounds. Build ||| Sol is well rounded, though his build is more focused on speed. Long legged and tall, he is larger than most, but lacks in bulk compared to others. Sol always has an attentive posture, and rarely ever bows down or slouches. Even when laying down, his head is held high and proud. His left hind leg is slightly crooked, due to two consecutive breaks. Eyes ||| His eyes are a yellow gold, with an extreme depth and intensity to them. When night falls, they light a path with power, almost seeing the world as they would in day. Signature ||| Atop his head proudly sits an army drab green military beret. Basics ||| Ever since he was forced to set fire to the Winterlands, Sol has become an extraordinarily determined and loyal wolf. After returning the crown, and coming to fully realize the scale of the destruction and angst caused by his namesake’s alliance with Gaius, the black wolf vowed that he would set upon the long journey of regaining the pack’s trust. Solivan knows that he has finally found a true home; albeit the realization has come too late, his namesake ruining what he had finally came to care about. But it also gave him an undying love for all his friends and family, one that would never have surfaced without the fiery war. A little of his old persona remains steadfast deep within. Before the fire, he was rather laid back, though he was serious when presented with a threat. Sol was always eager to do his best and prove himself to be of worth to his friends. ||| Into the Depths ||| Of Leadership ||| Once possessing the rank of lord, Soli knew that he could trust the pack to follow him through the worst life had to offer. Behind his rank stood a strong and fierce pride, along with a young and cunning mind capable of adapting to the situation at hand. At present, although he lacks trust from his fellow pack mates, he holds a strong drive to make sure the pack will prosper- a trait that would always benefit his skill of leadership. Of Love ||| Perhaps his most defining characteristic is love; nothing in the world means more to him than his family. His mate, Nakia, is the center of his life; they have been through countless challenges and share many memories. His children, birthed in the coldest winter and far away from the pack, make him proud every day. Solivan would lay down his own life for the sake of their happiness, failing to see the cost to others. Though this is his greatest strength, it is a downfall when it comes to decisions that can threaten his family. Of Anger ||| Slow to arouse, yet near impossible to put out, Sol’s anger is a fire that will burn though anyone that dares toy with it, though it is a rare occurrence that he allows his anger to get the better of him. Mostly, it can be only aroused by threatening his family or his close friends. It seems to be a huge strength at times, but it is truly a dire weakness. Of Friendship ||| Soli is deeply loyal to all his friends, albeit few now. Despite losing their trust -and respect- for him, Sol still considers the pack his close friends and will always have their back. No matter what, he will always try to see the good in a wolf, no matter their history. But once a friendship is broken, it will never truly reform. Of The Supernatural ||| Having a firm belief in reality, Solivan has no tolerance of the supernatural, often dismissing it as nothing more than figments of his imagination. But when the evidence is undeniable, Sol reacts extremely badly, unable to make adequate choices, often jeopardizing himself more than he would in any other situation in his panic. Nakia- Mate ||| Soli has a deep love of Nakia and will always be by her side. In his eyes, she is the most important thing in this world, and would do anything to protect her. Through the years, they have faced many challenges- from their beginning, where Brenin tried to kill Felix, to the trail held at the Mountains of Sky. Afterwards, they travelled to the heart of the Demon’s Domain, where King Felix had supposedly fallen under a massive boulder. Upon their return to home, they rejoiced at the King’s impossible return, only to see him fall at the jaws of an assassin. Months after, Nakia was soon to give birth; their pups were born in the coldest of winters, with White Walkers prowling in the blizzard just outside their safe haven. Even time held adventure for the pair, as they fought desperately to save on another from the perils of Ancient Rome. But the one greatest challenge they faced was Solivan’s betrayal of the Wolves of Winter, when the pack came under the threat of Drachma. Fire raged across their relationship, soon blazing a divide that has not been closed. Remus- Son ||| Solivan has a deep love, and respect, for his eldest son. So far, he is the only pup to have survived, the rest slowly fading away. Due to the challenges set by his father’s betrayal, Sol has a deep admiration for him; so far, Remus has managed to hold his father’s old position of Lord, despite all the fears from the pack. In addition, he has stood his ground against the king, pledging his everlasting love to Margaery- the one wolf he was to never fall in love with. Despite Remus wanting to have nothing to do with his father, Sol still watches out and guides him to the best of his capabilities. ||| Fallen Pups ||| Son- Jarrah Daughter- Myra Daughter- Kya Fearix ||| One of Soli’s old best friends, he shares some relation to him. Albiet he doesn’t know it, or the full story behind it, he is of the Silver line of the Dimitrys, a namesake that is frowned upon in Malnova. Sol has deep suspicions of him, though they are put aside for the most part at Fear’s truthful and hardy nature. Mr. Herbert ||| Soli has long since put his fears aside for this old timed ghost; instead of running away in fright, he views Herb as comedic relief, and is oftentimes one of the only things that can make Sol laugh heartedly. Though he has not been seen in a while, Sol still considers him a close friend. Jaime ||| Before the fire, Soli was one of Jaime’s closest advisors, helping him guide the pack through the tough challenges that seemed to constantly plague it. But after Sol’s betrayal, Jaime kept him alive only to not tear the Vale family apart, a decision that was frowned upon by the entire region of Malnova. Sol holds a grudging respect for his courage to make such a choice, even in the face of such opposition. Margaery ||| Although Sol has never truly met her, he holds a high respect for her and her love of Remus. Solivan feels that his son couldn’t have done better, even if Margaery’s father is the wolf who distrusts Sol the most. Furthermore, he appreciates her innocence; even with her father looking on, she tried to find good in the black wolf. The country of Drachma is a cold place. Settled in the frozen realms of the north, it is a country plagued by constant snowfall and storms; the sun’s rays seem to never meet the ground, and only a dull grey can persist to light the world. The land is no better; mountains dominate the landscape, casting dark shadows over stretches of permanently frozen valleys and cliffs. But in its dark realms, beauty can be found; spectacular frozen waterfalls hang suspended in impossible positions, defying gravity itself; trees that still persist against the unyielding cold form frozen forests that provide shelter from even the severest of storms; the caves that dot the frozen cliff-sides of mountains admit entry to a labyrinth of frozen wonders- from strange and spectacular ice sculptures shaped by nature herself, to the ice’s interpretation of the grey light outside, transforming the shades of grey into a rainbow of cold colors. The country’s inhabitants are, in a sense, much like the region they call home; they are naturally tough and persistent, but harsh, bearing cold hearts and minds. They live in a world of grey, where there is very little to hope for or strive for. Their government also reflects this. The lands are ruled by a single, extraneously old royal family. This group controls every aspect of the lives for those who are unfortunate enough to live in Drachma’s boundaries, producing poverty that seems to dominate the grey landscape. The ruling body, once able to sap the life from the country’s inhabitants, found itself barely able to support the royal family; soon, those of lesser lineage were left to starve alongside the commoners, who received their presence as an insult. It was not long before many of the once royal lines became extinct, falling fate to the long withheld anger of the commoners. Fearful of a revolution against the government, the ruling family transitioned into a more militaristic state. The future from then on looked dark for Drachma’s inhabitants; the oppressions they learned to live with became near unbearable. Food was in scarce supply but in high demand, as the ruling family had taken the land from is occupants and claimed it for itself. Harsh restrictions were passed, and were severely enforced by the newfound militia, whose ranks had swelled with the promise of food upon joining. Drachma had now fully transitioned to a militarized and depressed state. Despite the anger of the country’s inhabitants, a family that held direct lineage to royalty had survived the challenges that faced their expulsion from the safety of the government. Though they lived in a state of constant poverty and oppression, the determination to live and survive never left their eyes, and they thrived in their world of grey. But they couldn’t help joining the entire population as they looked on in desperation as the country’s resources slowly dried up under the greed of the oligarchy. Soon the hold of poverty tightened to a death grip. The restrictions became harsher, and were enforced even more severely. Corruption blossomed amongst the ranks of the militia, and it was not uncommon for its members to abuse their power by stealing possessions from districts and withholding their shares of food. Oftentimes, this was spurred by their own desperation to survive, and though they robbed and plundered, soon there was nothing left to steal. But even in the face of such hopelessness, the family of five still held on to their existence, fighting each day to stay alive in the face of such bleak desperation. This is the story of the last remaining members of the Shiro line of the Dimitrys, during their darkest hours. WIP Soon to Come... Soli rather enjoys stargazing.

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[b]Name |||[/b] Solivan Vale

[b]Previous Rank/Title |||[/b] Lord of Winter

[b]Nickname |||[/b] Soli, Traitor, Sol

[b]Gender |||[/b] Male

[b]Birthday |||[/b] March 12th

[b]Species |||[/b] Northern Timber

[b]Age |||[/b] 3 1/2 Years

[img src="http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r792/goodluckemrys/Appearance_zps7fe40dfa.png" style="max-width:100%;"]

[b]Coat |||[/b] Soli has a midnight black coat that blends in to the darkest of nights. It is smooth and well groomed, meticulously so. It bears no scars or hairless places, though it does conceal an assortment of scars and old wounds.

[b]Build |||[/b] Sol is well rounded, though his build is more focused on speed. Long legged and tall, he is larger than most, but lacks in bulk compared to others. Sol always has an attentive posture, and rarely ever bows down or slouches. Even when laying down, his head is held high and proud. His left hind leg is slightly crooked, due to two consecutive breaks.

[b]Eyes |||[/b] His eyes are a yellow gold, with an extreme depth and intensity to them. When night falls, they light a path with power, almost seeing the world as they would in day.

[b]Signature |||[/b] Atop his head proudly sits an army drab green military beret.

[img src="http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r792/goodluckemrys/Personality_zpsa07ba256.png" style="max-width:100%;"]

[b]Basics |||[/b] Ever since he was forced to set fire to the Winterlands, Sol has become an extraordinarily determined and loyal wolf. After returning the crown, and coming to fully realize the scale of the destruction and angst caused by his namesake’s alliance with Gaius, the black wolf vowed that he would set upon the long journey of regaining the pack’s trust. Solivan knows that he has finally found a true home; albeit the realization has come too late, his namesake ruining what he had finally came to care about. But it also gave him an undying love for all his friends and family, one that would never have surfaced without the fiery war.
A little of his old persona remains steadfast deep within. Before the fire, he was rather laid back, though he was serious when presented with a threat. Sol was always eager to do his best and prove himself to be of worth to his friends.

[b]||| Into the Depths |||[/b]

[b]Of Leadership |||[/b] Once possessing the rank of lord, Soli knew that he could trust the pack to follow him through the worst life had to offer. Behind his rank stood a strong and fierce pride, along with a young and cunning mind capable of adapting to the situation at hand. At present, although he lacks trust from his fellow pack mates, he holds a strong drive to make sure the pack will prosper- a trait that would always benefit his skill of leadership.

[b]Of Love |||[/b] Perhaps his most defining characteristic is love; nothing in the world means more to him than his family. His mate, Nakia, is the center of his life; they have been through countless challenges and share many memories. His children, birthed in the coldest winter and far away from the pack, make him proud every day. Solivan would lay down his own life for the sake of their happiness, failing to see the cost to others. Though this is his greatest strength, it is a downfall when it comes to decisions that can threaten his family.

[b] Of Anger |||[/b] Slow to arouse, yet near impossible to put out, Sol’s anger is a fire that will burn though anyone that dares toy with it, though it is a rare occurrence that he allows his anger to get the better of him. Mostly, it can be only aroused by threatening his family or his close friends. It seems to be a huge strength at times, but it is truly a dire weakness.

[b]Of Friendship |||[/b] Soli is deeply loyal to all his friends, albeit few now. Despite losing their trust -and respect- for him, Sol still considers the pack his close friends and will always have their back. No matter what, he will always try to see the good in a wolf, no matter their history. But once a friendship is broken, it will never truly reform.

[b] Of The Supernatural |||[/b] Having a firm belief in reality, Solivan has no tolerance of the supernatural, often dismissing it as nothing more than figments of his imagination. But when the evidence is undeniable, Sol reacts extremely badly, unable to make adequate choices, often jeopardizing himself more than he would in any other situation in his panic.

[img src="http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r792/goodluckemrys/Family_zpsc919b5ef.png" style="max-width:100%;"]

[b]Nakia- Mate |||[/b] Soli has a deep love of Nakia and will always be by her side. In his eyes, she is the most important thing in this world, and would do anything to protect her. Through the years, they have faced many challenges- from their beginning, where Brenin tried to kill Felix, to the trail held at the Mountains of Sky. Afterwards, they travelled to the heart of the Demon’s Domain, where King Felix had supposedly fallen under a massive boulder. Upon their return to home, they rejoiced at the King’s impossible return, only to see him fall at the jaws of an assassin. Months after, Nakia was soon to give birth; their pups were born in the coldest of winters, with White Walkers prowling in the blizzard just outside their safe haven. Even time held adventure for the pair, as they fought desperately to save on another from the perils of Ancient Rome. But the one greatest challenge they faced was Solivan’s betrayal of the Wolves of Winter, when the pack came under the threat of Drachma. Fire raged across their relationship, soon blazing a divide that has not been closed.

[b]Remus- Son |||[/b] Solivan has a deep love, and respect, for his eldest son. So far, he is the only pup to have survived, the rest slowly fading away. Due to the challenges set by his father’s betrayal, Sol has a deep admiration for him; so far, Remus has managed to hold his father’s old position of Lord, despite all the fears from the pack. In addition, he has stood his ground against the king, pledging his everlasting love to Margaery- the one wolf he was to never fall in love with. Despite Remus wanting to have nothing to do with his father, Sol still watches out and guides him to the best of his capabilities.

[b]||| Fallen Pups |||[/b]

Son- Jarrah

Daughter- Myra

Daughter- Kya

[img src="http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r792/goodluckemrys/PackRelations_zps6fa8c74d.png" style="max-width:100%;"]

[b]Fearix |||[/b] One of Soli’s old best friends, he shares some relation to him. Albiet he doesn’t know it, or the full story behind it, he is of the Silver line of the Dimitrys, a namesake that is frowned upon in Malnova. Sol has deep suspicions of him, though they are put aside for the most part at Fear’s truthful and hardy nature.

[b]Mr. Herbert |||[/b] Soli has long since put his fears aside for this old timed ghost; instead of running away in fright, he views Herb as comedic relief, and is oftentimes one of the only things that can make Sol laugh heartedly. Though he has not been seen in a while, Sol still considers him a close friend.

[b]Jaime |||[/b] Before the fire, Soli was one of Jaime’s closest advisors, helping him guide the pack through the tough challenges that seemed to constantly plague it. But after Sol’s betrayal, Jaime kept him alive only to not tear the Vale family apart, a decision that was frowned upon by the entire region of Malnova. Sol holds a grudging respect for his courage to make such a choice, even in the face of such opposition.

[b]Margaery |||[/b] Although Sol has never truly met her, he holds a high respect for her and her love of Remus. Solivan feels that his son couldn’t have done better, even if Margaery’s father is the wolf who distrusts Sol the most. Furthermore, he appreciates her innocence; even with her father looking on, she tried to find good in the black wolf.

[img src="http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r792/goodluckemrys/History_zpsc5e17a68.png" style="max-width:100%;"]

The country of Drachma is a cold place.

Settled in the frozen realms of the north, it is a country plagued by constant snowfall and storms; the sun’s rays seem to never meet the ground, and only a dull grey can persist to light the world. The land is no better; mountains dominate the landscape, casting dark shadows over stretches of permanently frozen valleys and cliffs. But in its dark realms, beauty can be found; spectacular frozen waterfalls hang suspended in impossible positions, defying gravity itself; trees that still persist against the unyielding cold form frozen forests that provide shelter from even the severest of storms; the caves that dot the frozen cliff-sides of mountains admit entry to a labyrinth of frozen wonders- from strange and spectacular ice sculptures shaped by nature herself, to the ice’s interpretation of the grey light outside, transforming the shades of grey into a rainbow of cold colors. The country’s inhabitants are, in a sense, much like the region they call home; they are naturally tough and persistent, but harsh, bearing cold hearts and minds. They live in a world of grey, where there is very little to hope for or strive for.
Their government also reflects this. The lands are ruled by a single, extraneously old royal family. This group controls every aspect of the lives for those who are unfortunate enough to live in Drachma’s boundaries, producing poverty that seems to dominate the grey landscape. The ruling body, once able to sap the life from the country’s inhabitants, found itself barely able to support the royal family; soon, those of lesser lineage were left to starve alongside the commoners, who received their presence as an insult. It was not long before many of the once royal lines became extinct, falling fate to the long withheld anger of the commoners. Fearful of a revolution against the government, the ruling family transitioned into a more militaristic state. The future from then on looked dark for Drachma’s inhabitants; the oppressions they learned to live with became near unbearable. Food was in scarce supply but in high demand, as the ruling family had taken the land from is occupants and claimed it for itself. Harsh restrictions were passed, and were severely enforced by the newfound militia, whose ranks had swelled with the promise of food upon joining. Drachma had now fully transitioned to a militarized and depressed state.

Despite the anger of the country’s inhabitants, a family that held direct lineage to royalty had survived the challenges that faced their expulsion from the safety of the government. Though they lived in a state of constant poverty and oppression, the determination to live and survive never left their eyes, and they thrived in their world of grey. But they couldn’t help joining the entire population as they looked on in desperation as the country’s resources slowly dried up under the greed of the oligarchy. Soon the hold of poverty tightened to a death grip. The restrictions became harsher, and were enforced even more severely. Corruption blossomed amongst the ranks of the militia, and it was not uncommon for its members to abuse their power by stealing possessions from districts and withholding their shares of food. Oftentimes, this was spurred by their own desperation to survive, and though they robbed and plundered, soon there was nothing left to steal. But even in the face of such hopelessness, the family of five still held on to their existence, fighting each day to stay alive in the face of such bleak desperation.
This is the story of the last remaining members of the Shiro line of the Dimitrys, during their darkest hours.
WIP

[img src="http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r792/goodluckemrys/RecentHistory_zps933048cf.png" style="max-width:100%;"]

Soon to Come...

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Soli rather enjoys stargazing.[/font]
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it looks great!

though i'm guessing that the falling ashes and the music could not be saved....

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Not that I could figure out But if you want I can look around and see if there is a way to add in the sound and animation?

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that would be great. it looks great without it, but it just holds so many memories... perhaps I've grown overly sentimental.

perhaps a Gif could work for the ashes? idk, once again, i suck at codes. XD

thanks again!