Werewolf Rp?

[Nephriel]

RP Preferences

So, what I'm looking for is a small group of people who can post at least once a day and two or three paragraphs at a time... Paragraphs being five to six sentences in this case. I'm not putting this in Advanced because I don't really feel like holding THAT high of a standard. I fall back and forth in my post lengths, I expect you to and I'm not nearly that strict on grammar and stuff. So long as I can read it and you attempt capitalization and punctuation that's all I care about.

Once I have a few people for the main group, you can branch off and play part of the Pack or a random lone mutt... Right now though, I'm only looking for members for the main group. We'll worry with those who want to have more than one character later, after the play is established. ^_^

Depending on how quickly or slowly things progress, we may or may not end up with a posting order... If things go too quickly and it seems like people are being left behind then I'll put up a posting order according to who seems to be posting the fastest to the slowest. If we're going slowly enough so that everyone is getting a chance to post then I'll leave it to you guys to post as you like.

As for fighting, no god-modding. If I feel someone is god-modding I will let you know if first, if I don't see a change I reserve the right as the GM to kill off your character in a random and tragic accident involving a car and your face. If there is some form of disagreement about how a battle is going, I will roll dice to decide who wins... If I am asked to do this, please don't argue with the outcome. If your character dies and you want to play as another let me know... I'm pretty cool about things like that.

Other than that, have a good time and help others do the same. Don't be afraid to offer up some plot twists either or take off on your own side stories... I like players who help drive an rp!

Story Summary

This story is loosely based on the book/tv series called 'Bitten'. In this story, werewolves are actually pretty rare as it's extremely hard on the body to survive the first Change, and even more difficult if you have been bitten. Our main group are a bunch of Nomadic Mutts who consider themselve's thier own pack. They have stayed out of trouble for years until recently... Someone is following them, leaving half eaten bodies behind and now the Pack is hot on their tails because they believe the Nomads are responsible... Now, the Nomads have to prove their innocence or they might be faced with an all out war with the pack... An outcome that no one wants...

Mutts - Nonpack werewolves who own no territories. Most mutts are mutts because they disagree with the way the Pack rules. There are laws in place for a reason but the mutts feel they are either above them or an exception to the rule. Other mutts are what they are because they don't feel like settling down, they follow the rules and keep a low profile and most times the Pack leaves them alone.

Pack - Wolves who fall under the Head Alpha's rule. Each territory, usually a couple states wide, has it's own Pack Leader who is also referred to as an Alpha. These Alphas form the council that reports to the Head Alpha once a year. Though it is possible for an Alpha or a Head Alpha to name a successor they usually aren't well accepted until they prove themselves. Any Alpha can be challenged for the title at any time by any member of the Pack, a Head Alpha can only be challenged by another Alpha. If a Mutt tries to challenge an Alpha they are usually taken care of by the Beta, the Enforcer of the pack. Only an Alpha can accept possible new members into the Pack, these guys are the Omegas, and at the end of their first year with the Pack they have to be taken to the Head Alpha for a final yes or no.

Betas- The enforcers to each pack. They take care of any threats and make sure the rules are followed. When the Alpha is out of commission for any reason, the Beta takes charge.

Omegas - New possible members to the pack. They eat last, they run the errands, are often picked on and given a hard time. They have to prove themselves worthy before they can rise from the rank of Omega and actually become part of the pack.

Female Werewolves- Even more rare than their male counterparts as they are born carrier's of the virus, with it lying dormant in their systems. For this reason puberty doesn't trigger the virus like it does in a male werewolf, they have to be bitten... This is the reason that it was only recently discovered that a woman could be changed at all or even that they carried the virus. It had been assumed that women were born completely human and for that reason the female child of a werewolf was often abandoned to her mother whereas a male child would be taken away with the father. The purpose of this was to keep the human mother from discovering what the father and son were, keeping the werewolf existance a secret. Unfortunately, a human woman without a werewolf parent will never make it through the Change because their bodies can't take the strain... even physically fit and perfectly healthy men have died from it. Lately, some of the werewolf fathers have been considering going back for their daughters now that the truth is known.

Change - Werewolves can Change at will until the full moon when they are forced to change whether they like it or not. The Change is agonizing but once the pain is done the endorphins and adrenaline that flood you make the experience worth it. The longer you wait between Changes the longer it takes to get through the process and the more painful it is... Werewolves have to eat a lot to keep their energy up, if they are tired or too distracted or haven't changed enough the Change could start and stop and take upwards of an hour instead of just five minutes.

Ijiraat - Shape-shifters that can't fully change from human to wolf and are instead stuck somewhere in between. They are as big as black bears and as strong as them as well. They live in the wilds of Alaska and are even more rare than Werewolves. As they are fewer in number they all live together and have never warred among themselves... Therefore, they are more familiar with ancient lore than the werewolves whose texts and scrolls have been burned by other packs more times than can be counted. It is because of them that the wolves found out the truth of female werewolves. They want to be left alone but seem to respect the werewolves as superior beings despite the fact that they are stronger.

There are other beings out there as well... Will-o-whisps, witches, and demons of different sorts... After we have a couple werewolves I'll think about possibly accepting other things.

Character Sheet:

Name:
Gender:
Age: Werewolves can live up to 300 years as the aging process is slowed signifigantly after the first Change... A were that looks 50 might actually be more like 150.
Group: Later you can also choose to be Pack or a lone mutt but for now I'm only taking members for the Main.
Personality:
Abilities: These should be things like strength, hunting, tracking, speed, agility, sneaking... if you want something more magical because maybe your mom was a witch... let me know first. Try not to make the requests too far fetched.
Appearance:
Wolf:
Background:

MY CHARACTER SHEET
Name: Rhyle Renée West
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty
Group: Main
Personality: Playful, sarcastic, willfully stubborn, protective, a bit of a tomboy.
Abilities: Speed, agility, and sneaking about are her strong suits.
Appearance:

Human

Wolf:

Wolf

Background: Rhyle grew up with a mother who was strung out on drugs and drinking. Her father was a mystery man, a one night stand in a long string of many... she'd had no way of knowing that he was a werewolf or that she had the virus lying dormant inside her. From age nine Rhyle had been taking care of herself and half the time, her mother. At age sixteen she got a job that was supposed to pay her way out of the hell that was her life, but her mother ruined that plan by failing to pay her bills in order to afford more drugs or liquor. The men her mother brought around often didn't know how to keep their hands to themselves but by then Rhyle had made sure she knew how to protect herself, her end of town wasn't safe for a woman who didn't know how to fight. Rhyle paid the bills and gave up on college... she was forced to stay with her mother until age nineteen. One night, on her way home from work, she'd was attacked by a recently bitten lone mutt in an ally. Since human women didn't survive the change, he'd left her for dead. It was pure luck that one of the mutt pack that later took her in had been passing by. At first he didn't think there would be anything he could do other than put her out of her misery but she surprised him by getting further through the Change than any other woman he'd ever seen bitten. He took her to the mutt pack and with their help she survived... barely. She has been with them ever since, abandoning her old life and embracing her new one. Being a tom-boy Rhyle fits in with the guys pretty well, better than she ever has with other girls, and now that the secret to turning a woman is known... there have been a few other ladies found and turned.

[PureThoughts]

Interested! Will make a CS soon (By soon I mean much later on today xD)

[Nephriel]

Lol, alright. I'm looking forward to seeing your creation. :)

[PureThoughts]

Name: Isaac Jerome Silventa
Gender: Male
Age: 95
Group: Main
Personality: Adventurous, Far Sighted, Clever, Arrogant, Quick tempered, A bit of a Debonair, Dutiful, Devious.
Abilities: Strength, Smell, Tracking, and Endurance.

Appearance:

Human Appearance

There is a claw mark across his chest and on his left forearm faint marks where teeth once were.

Wolf Appearance

Background/Backstory: Isaac had lived in the city all his life when he was younger. His Mother and Father were both employees that were quite high in the ranks of advertising back in the day, and earned quite a bit of income from it. Isaac was always used to the wealth, used to the good food and great things his mother and father would give him. Even if it wasn't his birthday, he would still get the things he wanted. He was used to that sort of thing, getting what he wanted, eating what he wanted, saying what he wanted. He lacked proper manners throughout the years growing up, he couldn't count how many private schools he had attended, and been kicked out of. His parents would scold him, telling him to cut the act. But the reason Isaac was such a nuisance was because he never saw his parents, and it was only when the school district called to attend the principal and him in a meeting did they ever show up. Whenever he was about to say something nice and caring they'd scold him for misbehaving and causing trouble at the school.

He eventually grew a hatred for his parents after years of this going on, being cooped up in private schools, and when he was permanently suspended from it being cooped up in his home with a Nanny who's english was never that good, and frankly just annoyed him. His manners never improved, the only thing that did improve was mouthing off people, and charming woman. It was only when he charmed the wrong women and getting caught for it did he get in a bad situation. With his quick temperedness and insults, it turned into a full out brawl, which lead to Isaac being knocked out. He had awoken later on a day or two later in a forest. Feeling nauseated, and with a large claw mark across his chest and a bite his arm, it was the time in which he was turned. It was a couple days later when he found out that the small forest he was in had a tiny local town area nearby. It was then that he realized his life had completely changed. On the night of a full moon, the wolf inside him had come out, and he had murdered 50 people. As soon as he saw the blood the next morning, his clothes shredded, especially ones that were not his own, he knew what had happened. Isaac's mentality was destroyed to pieces, and he roamed. It didn't take much time for the Wolf Pack find him. They threatened to kill him but Isaac had continously pleaded just to help him get through it all. Miraculously they did help him, though he didn't care for the packs rules. He only knew that he didn't want to kill more innocent people. Isaac kept his profile low, living by himself for quite some time before he met other mutts, who then began to stick together. (Sorta made a short ending or this would've gone on forever. XD)

[Nephriel]

Accepted. :)

[PureThoughts]

Bump! Please people join this :D It'll be fuuunnn!

[Whirlwind]

Hope this works! This is my first post.

Name: Haven Clark
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Group: Main
Personality: Sarcastic, Naïve, Fun loving, Trusting, Curious, Adventurous, Gentle
Abilities: Stamina, lurking silently, and believably playing dead are special traits of hers
Appearance:

Human

Wolf:

Wolf

Background: Haven grew up adopted into a travelling RV family. She was homeschooled her entire life, and lived in a tin can of a house until she was 19 with her parents and two other adopted siblings, a boy and another girl. They travelled just about everywhere, and though she lacked picking up social cues when talking to anyone but her family (like when she was being offensive or boring to just stop talking) she was always bright and perky, bringing a smile almost everywhere she went. Living in the RV she was relatively sheltered from some aspects of moral indecency, making her overly trusting and naïve to the ways of harsh people. But because of her travelling, she is very curious and adventurous, open to just about anything. She also picked up a joking personality from constantly watching old comedy sitcoms.
What Haven didn’t know about her gene pool was her father was a werewolf, and the gene was inside her. This never revealed itself until she was 21 on a full moon night. After leaving her parents to go explore the world on her own, couch surfing and learning more than she ever did with her parents about common sense (mostly through unfortunate experiences), she became a partier. She would attend clubs and raves, and eventually fell into the drug scene. One night she had gotten a really good hit and was dancing between equally dazed and feel-good bodies, when she started to feel ill. Heading out of the building into the cool night air, she walked into an alley where cold wind hit her face. The waves of ecstasy began flowing uninterrupted through her again when something like a ton of bricks hit her back. A pressure bit into her shoulder, and her face smacked into the alley floor. In her drug induced haze, she felt none of this, but her lazy eyes and blurred vision could see blood pouring out of a weird wound on her shoulder.
When she awoke who knows how long after, sore from her injuries and the Change she had thought was a bad hit based on the nightmares… if they were actually nightmares… from the night after the bite. Looking confused, she wobbly sat up, coming face to face with someone from the Main who helped explain what she was feeling. At first, Haven brushed off everything and the member shrugged and left her. But when the next full moon came and Haven wasn’t drug induced this time, she couldn’t deny the truth. She eagerly sought out the Main group and renounced her bad habits in favor of getting these others to trust her.

[Ryute]

If you guys are still accepting I would love to join!

[Dragonbud]

Same here!

[PureThoughts]

Go ahead and make a CS guys! I'm pretty sure Nephriel would appreciate it. :D The more the merrier.

[Nephriel]

Make a CS :) I've just been kinda lingering about waiting for more people.

[Dragonbud]

Im just about finished!

[Dragonbud]

Name: Luca
Gender: Female
Age: Appears to be fifteen, is many years older then that.
Group: Main
Personality: Impulsive, Energetic, Fun Loving, Loyal, Obedient, Boyish, Often requires guidance, Compulsive, Young.
Abilities: Because of her small and agile body, Luca is highly skilled at sneaking, scouting and running. However because of her young and fickleness, she isn't very good at tracking. And since she is so small, fighting larger enemies is also a challenge for her, unless she can out speed them. Her stamina isn't the best either, but she can push herself if she has to.
Appearance:

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Wolf:

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Background: Luca lived a pretty normal life up until the time she began the Change. She was fifteen years old and her and her parents were up the the rural part of he state, on one of their regular camping trips. It could barely be called camping, as the family had a nice cabin with all of he comforts of home, just away from the hustle and bustle of city life. These weeks away from it all in the woods were some of Luca's most fond memories. However, it wouldn't stay that way forever. One of the nights of the camping trip the family went on to celebrate Luca's victory in the Sports Fair at school their cabin was attacked. A violent and hungry mutt. Her parents were quickly massacred and Luca was left for dead in the blood of her and her parents.

But Luca didn't die to her displeasure. She awoke several hours later, new and strange instincts taking over her body. Seeing her dead parents triggered something within Luca and she quickly fled the cabin, as well as her old life. Luca lived in the deep woods for many years, all alone, going partly mad from all of he confusing new things and smells and feelings. For a long time Luca was unable to control herself, killing and earning anything that came through her path. She hated herself more then anything. She hated her lack of discipline to her new self as well as her constant hunger and anger.

She lived as a hermit in the woods for as long as she could, constantly trying to keep herself calm and settled. She refused for as long as she could to Change, but this eventually got worse for her. Every time she held back, the more painful it was for her to change. After awhile it was painful for her to hold back her instincts as a newly changed and violent werewolf. While in the woods she was living in bloodstained rags. At one point members of the Main found her. And a confused Luca tried attacking them, fearing for her life and also meeting her first werewolves since the time her family was attacked. Somehow one of the members of the Main was able to calm her down. Since then Luca has been traveling with he Main, glad to have someone to watch out for her. It was reassuring for her to take orders and have someone to teach her.

[Nephriel]

Awesome, everyone is accepted so far.

[Ryute]

Will have a CS up as soon as I get home from work!

[Pathfinder]

Workin on a CS as we speak.

[Nephriel]

Welcome pal... :) Forewarning, this is the first play I have gmed in years....

[Pathfinder]

Its cool.

[Dragonbud]

How many more characters do you want before we start?

[Pathfinder]

Name: Garret Hill

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Group: Main

Personality: Kindhearted, protective, laid back, understanding, and accepting. He doesn't have the nickname "Guardian" for nothing.

Abilities: Fighting, strength, endurance, and is more durable than he should be. Claims it's from drinking milk. However he isn't good at quick turns or more tricky maneuvers that require more finesse.

Appearance:

Garret

Wolf:

Wolf

Background: Garret was born into an abusive, drug ridden household with a father he never knew and a mother that wished he wasn't there. Growing up, Garret was subjected to emotional abuse and neglect by his mother then was picked on by bullies because his mother had been around the block several times and would continue to go again. His only safe haven was Mrs. Leona's class. Mrs. Leona was the closest thing he would ever have to an actual mother and as such took after her more than his real mom. From Mrs. Leona Garret learned how to be a good person no matter how bad things seemed, in the end everything would work itself out.

However everything changed when Garret experienced his first change. When it happened Garret had just turned 14 but his mother wasn't about to call an ambulance and shell out money to the hospital just because her son was having what looked like a seizure. Stuffing him into his room, she left him to either get better or die. She was hoping the former so that she could pawn all his stuff if he kicked the bucket. Garret thrashed around and was filled with unimaginable pain before blacking out. When he awoke, Garret didn't remember much. Only flashes of his mother and blood, so much blood. After trying to get facts together, the young man tried to go home but found that he was lost and didn't have the slightest clue as to were he was. However instead of terrifying him, Garret had never felt more free.

After roaming awhile, the young man go a basic idea of what he was and what he could do. To him it was amazing, he was finally able to do whatever he wanted and he had the body to do it. Soon though, he realized that while this was amazing, it didn't feel as good as it could be if he was able to share it with someone. This nagged him for about a years before he met up the pack. Well technically it wasn't an actual pack, just a collection of mutts really but they all looked out for each other like a pack should. They just weren't locked up by rules and the such. However after many years of being alone, Garret jumped at the chance to join others. He has since then proven himself as a capable warrior and a good friend to many within the rag tag pack.