[OOC] Werewolves are Endangered? Reboot [Starting soon!]

[Gwynbleidd]

Guys I think we should put a limit on the number of posts per day... I mean I can only post twice a day and then i miss all the fun :(

@AllIsOne

Could definitely be a good idea. You've got yourself some Mori time to return to though!

[NanixErka]

Okay guys im back and i'll respond soon! I had school stuff to do i'm sorry =n=

[CallaLily]

I think we should have a limit too. I'm confused as all hell

[DizzyIsabella]

Name: Amelia "Millie" Hollingsworth

Age: 22

Human, werewolf, or hunter?: Werewolf

If werewolf: Alpha, beta, or omega? Beta - Brand new to the pack

Background

Raised in Atlanta, Georgia, Millie Hollingsworth was a true southern belle. Born, raised and loved by a large, happy family, she wanted neither for love or attention. She blossomed in confidence from a young age, feisty and stubborn, just like the women who came before her. She got good grades, had plenty of friends and plenty of male attention. Her life was perfect, up until the age of seventeen.

Sneaking home on night from a house party, having been dropped off at the small town welcome sign, the dark hadn't worried her as she walked, afterall, nothing bad ever happened in her little slice of paradise, apart from the occasional stray football breaking a window, or the occasional group of teenagers gaining a slap on the wrist for sharing a few beers in the back of a truck. A rogue, loner werewolf had stalked her through the undergrowth, waiting until a dark bend to attack her, leaving her for either dead, or to transition, he hadn't cared, as long as he'd got what he wanted.

It was a cruel fate, and her life darkened in the months that followed. She withdrew from her friends and family, becoming cold and dismissive. Her grades dropped, her family despaired. At the age of eighteen, she left home, breaking off ties with her already distant family, disappearing away in the middle of the night.

She wandered through the states of the county, mostly keeping to herself, only socialising with other groups of werewolves to gain information, or for safety. She rarely let her guard down, keeping her quiet, almost cold exterior. She was still sweet underneath, only those closest to her seeing her real personality. She had to be able to hold her own, her stubborn, headstrong southern nature still thriving. She was usually a flight risk, leaving the groups she'd felt too close with without warning, needing to regularly move on. She always worried she'd cross the werewolf who'd turned her, or worse, hunters.

The thought of the release of death tempted her often, but she wasn't about to be finished by some hundreth generation pretty boy who thought he was owed the world because of his hunter lineage, or worse, the same breed, but female, that would've been too humiliating.

She soon grew tired of moving around so much, and managed to gain the trust of her current pack. She worked hard as pianist at a local resteraunt, putting her youth-learnt talents to use, and brought in good money to the pack house. When life felt a little stale for her, there was usually some kind of brawl to keep her entertained.

[DizzyIsabella]

Bollocks, helps if you press "Preview" and not "post" before you've finished your CS!

Will write the background in now!

[Gwynbleidd]

@DizzyIsabella Lol, happens to us all!

[DizzyIsabella]

Alrighty, all done! Hopefully I can get all accepted and move it to the other tab soon!

[Remus]

just wondering, who's waiting for who to post?

[Gwynbleidd]

Well, once Dizzy gets accepted. I'm sure he/she can find a place to insert their character right away.

Calla can probably post. Maybe react to things that are going on around her. An on-edge Fay isn't a usual thing. Or someone should probably get Avery involved. I could probably post right now as I have the things I need. Waiting for Anthar might be wise. I'm unsure. So many things and people to take into account!

Yvette, Dmitri, and Thomas are all separate at this point. So those three can do anything they want together with no affect to the other players.

[CallaLily]

Yeah, I'm just gonna try to read up. Maybe Avery can go a bit crazy too.

[Wintergrey]

mind if i apply too? I really need a solid rp right now

[Traitor]

Apparently canine drama is super hot'n popular nowadays!

[Gwynbleidd]

@Traitor

Like, totally. Duh, Traitor. Why would it be like, not? Kayni… Cay nigh… Canine? You mean like dogs right? Or wolves? I don't know but you're so right. :P

@CallaLily

Everybody go cray! Crazy up in this piece! Ahhhhhhhhhh.

[Gwynbleidd]

mind if i apply too? I really need a solid rp right now

@Wintergrey

I'm sure Gogo doesn't have any problems with it. I'd wait for him/her to say something first!

[Wintergrey]

Name: Olive "Live" Bones

Age: 17

Appearance:

Human, werewolf, or hunter?: newly turned werewolf

If werewolf: Alpha, beta, or omega? beta

Background: Live grew up poor, raised by her single mother with two jobs. The conditions of their apartment was terrible and often times Live was forced to go the night hungry. Despite this, however, she was a bubbly girl, full of energy. She always looked to people as a possible friend she could make and in response everyone was naturally drawn to her. She had no trouble finding the good in a situation despite everything.

One night while Live was sleeping, she was awoken by a loud thumping at the door to the apartment. Sitting up straight in her bed she stared at her door wondering if it had just been a figment of her imagination. After not hearing anything for a moment she started drifting back into the tendrils of sleep. And then suddenly there came another thump, this time louder. It was closely followed by a scratching sound, like claws running down a piece of wood. Once again Live sat up and stared at the door, her heart thumped faster and faster.

A muted shout came from behind the door, she sound of her moms voice. The terrifying sounds that had just occurred intensified. Her mother screamed and another loud thump could be heard reverberating through the walls. Live shook under the threadbare blanket that covered her, still watching the door that protected her from whatever monster awaited on the other side. Slowly the handle creaked open. Ducking her head, Live tucked her head under the blanket.

The next thing she knew she was on her knees outside in the cold night. Before her was a large bonfire, with shadowed figures, some human, some not. On the other side of the fire was a truck with a man standing in the bed looking at her. Immediately adrenaline began to pump through her veins at an accelerated pace. Terrified she looked for a place to run, but could not find an opening in the circle of figures around the fire. She couldn't even stand due to the rope tying her hands and legs together. All she could do was sit there and stare in fear.

The man on the truck stepped forward, standing on the edge of the truck bed. His head was covered in a hood that shrouded his face in shadows. His voice rolled out deep and angry, "We werewolves are the superior race! We are stronger, faster, deadlier! And yet these hunters, these meek humans have decimated us! They have forced us into hiding!" With every sentence the crowd cheered him on. "Last night a member of our pack was killed by these hunters and so, tonight, we take one of theirs and make them our own!" Everyone shouted and yelled out in excitement, the wolves prowling next to the men howled to the moon overhead.

Launching himself from the truck bed, over the fire, the man landed in front of Live. Immediately she recoiled as if shot. "P-p-please don't hurt me. I-I-I'm innocent." Now that he was closer Live could see more of his face, just enough to see him smile and say, "None of us are innocent, not any more." With that he moved forward with lightening speed and turned her.

[Wintergrey]

I have no patients...

[Traitor]

Wow, that is a criminally cute picture.

[AllIsOne]

So many werewolves...
Well, more killing for me I guess!

I'll post around 12:30 my time, which is like two hrs and a half from now. Sorry for keeping everyone waiting, I just took part in Hobbit marathon yesterday. 11 fucking hours of my life just disappeared.

[AllIsOne]

since she conveniently had her ass placed behind the counter anyway.

@Traitor

BTW this makes me laugh every time. It's so beautifully put.

[Tip]

Fuckin' Carlson. Why you shut down Anton? She is quite literally going to beat you up.

@NanixErka