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Werewolves are Endangered? Reboot [Starting soon!]

H-hi!

Name: Wynter Michaelis

Age: 15

Appearance:
(Everything in this picture is accurate, but the eyes are actually seafoam color.)

Human, werewolf, or hunter?: Human

If werewolf: Alpha, beta, or omega? N/A

If hunter: Were you born into it or did you become one by choice? N/A

Average Life: Wynter's day usually consists of cleaning, cooking, school, photography, and music. He's tried to keep himself busy ever since the accident, and keeps to himself in public. The only reason people ever even glance his way is because of his peculiar hair color, and seafoam eyes. He'd have to say he was at least satisfied with it, should you ask him.

Personality: Wynter's very kind, and has a hard time saying no to people in need. He doesn't like to see people fight, and has issues with being assertive. He generally keeps to himself. Not because he's antisocial. Just unlucky enough to not be given a chance. By, well. Everyone.

Background: Being recently transferred to a new high school, in a new country, he's under a bit of stress it being his first month here. He's the person who is somewhat excited about moving, and he would be in this circumstance. That is, if his parents' deaths hadn't been the reason he had moved here in the first place. His only family member who hadn't neglected to take him in, was his aunt Jess. She's nice enough. And so, he tries to carry on with the "normal" (lonesome) life he once had. His love of parkour keeps him up on the rooftops constantly.

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Guys? ):

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Can some1 else post? I cant really make Wynter do anything atm. :/

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Wynter will help if he sees her :3 since he's the lookout right now it's probrably bound to happen in the next post. Not like I know itll happen though... :P jk

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Maya Noto

@Blind@Spriggs27

Maya was annoyed by this delusional teacher in front of her, he thought that this was all a single fight breaking out? She felt like creating one with her teacher, but then he decided to check out this mess for himself. She sighed in annoyance as he ran down the stairs, she started to kick at the ground due to the state of boredom she was in. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he runs back up to here. Maya had snickered to the thought she just had, she stared at the stairwell before looking up to see a boy. She noticed that he had been on top of the roof of the staircase somehow, she lifted an eyebrow at him before calmly sighing.

"Hey." Maya said in response to the boy, she noticed that the boy looked quite young, but that could come at an advantage for him. Being able to hide from these creatures. The boy then had asked another question. "What I'm doing up here? I was simply skipping the abomination known as class, and that delusional teacher decided to come 'scold' me. And am I bitten? Of course not, am I decayed and having the lust to eat you? No." Maya had replied to the boy, she then heard running towards their direction as she slightly widened her eyes.

"Whatever!" Maya had yelled in response back to the teacher, she looked down to see a broken pipe on the ground, she looked back up at the boy for a second before picking it up and running back. "Hey kid, you stay up there, they won't reach you." Maya had said to the boy as she held the broken pipe up in front of her. She was slightly curious how the pipe got there, but there were hits into the pipe, so it surely would have been the boys doing.

"Do you mind being our lookout?" Maya quickly asked the boy.

"Oh, and the name's Maya."

@WaddleDaisy

"S-sure.." he said shyly. "Its Ko--.." he thought for a moment, before opening his mouth to speak again. "It's Wynter." he said, delivering a sheepish smile. The remainder of his "family" was probrably dead by now, so he might as well use that name with people that are still alive. He crossed his legs, sitting atop the roof. He sighed. He didn't see the teacher go back inside. It would have been bad if he had barred the door then. He stared out into the courtyard, which was surprisingly empty, compared to the madness in the corridors of the school. Perhaps they could leave that way? He looked out into the horizon. Oh god. The city was in panic. Fires, smoke lifting into the horizon. The echoing of gunshots. He knew it must be chaos. They had to move away from the city. But how could he be sure where the virus had started. If he could pinpoint that location, they could find the safest way away from the larger hordes that would be bound to group together, which would be almost impossible to get past. These zombies didn't seem too slow either, but their eyesight didn't look very good. Besides the white pupils, they seemed to just turn their heads aimlessly. They must use their other senses. Unless he just never noticed how "lifeless" the undead could be. But then, how could he ever have known before this? He looked toward Maya for directions.

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KONOHA "WYNTER" SHIROE,ROOFTOP.

He calmly took each step up toward the rooftop. His light blue letter bag felt weightless, which he knew would not last long. For soon, he would receive his textbooks. Then homework, then articles, then notes, and assignments, and--. The list went on in his head. He yawned sleepily, ad put his hand up to his mouth. He approached the roof door, and turned the knobe and pushed the door open slightly, making his way outside, and closing the door shut behind him. He sighed, and turned back around. Only to discover. A teacher! Wait, he was already scolding another student. Wynter stood frozen. Could he sneak away? His legs wouldn't move. He could NOT get in trouble this early in the game! His aunt would kill him. Suddenly, a scream, sending a ring in his ears, came from not to far away. His head turned attentively, and he ran up to the fence around the railing around the roof that kept people from simply just walking off the edge of the building and falling to their death. He flung open his letterbag, and pulled out his phone. He dialed the three numbers. No! He was an idiot! This wasn't America! Would nine one one even work? He pushed the device back into his bag. No, even if he had called, no-one could save those people. Blood, everywhere. He could see the painted walls as far as the other side of the school. Walls, painted in the blood of people he had been around for the past week. Their existances just. Dissapearing in mere instants. he hadn't even known about such carnage until a few moments ago. A murder? No, he realized then what he was dealing with. He was anticipating this moment, but the sudden move had thrown him off guard. How could he consider himself a survivalist without even having a plan? He immediately sprung to the rooftop door. What could he use to bar it? That's it! A drainage pipe ran down into the building to the right of the door. He pulled off his right shoe, and beat the sides of the pipe used to connect it to the wall. After he unhinged it, he began crushing the pipe, smashing it with hit foot multiple times. It was hollow, and almost as vulnerable as aluminum, but it would give him some time to think should those things make their way up here. Just as he was about to bar the already locked door, he froze, and turned around quickly. Two of them were still here! Where they bitten? He Grabbed hold of the top of the door frame, and pulled himself on top of the roof of the stairs, which was about 10 feet up from the roof where the teacher and student were. The pip was finished, all he had needed to do was stick it into the door. Sadly, he left it on the floor without completing his task. He backed away slowly until only his head was visible to the two as he peered down at them. "H-h-hello....?" he said, with a hint of confusion that seemed to ask, "What are you doing up here?" and "Are you bitten?". Though he wasn't sure what kind of zombies these were. Did the virus only come via a bloodborne disease? Were the schools water fountains poisoned? He shuddered at all the horrific possibilities.

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Name: Konoha "Wynter" Shiroe
Gender: Male

Age: 14
Height:5'4
Weight: 115
Nationality: British/Japanese

Class: 3A
Occupation: Student
Weapons: Sharp tipped umbrella
Current Location: Sitting on A building's stairs (3rd floor).

Personality: Wynter is a shy, overall quiet boy. He loves music, photography, and loves to sing. He's never really had any friends, moving around so much, so he considers his aunt to be the closest thing to one! He's alone almost always, but he doesn't consider himself to be antisocial. And he certainly doesn't want to be. His family members call him Wynter because of how lonesome he seems, though he has adopted it as a positive thing. Under a great deal of stress, he can snap, and become a cold, uncontrollable monster that is swift with a blade, or any other weapon for that matter.

Background: Being recently transferred to a new high school, in a new country, he's under a bit of stress it being his first month here. He'd normally be excited, being an extreme otaku and going to the home country. That is, if his parents' deaths hadn't been the reason he had moved here in the first place. His only family member who hadn't neglected to take him in, was his aunt Jess. She's nice enough. And so, he tries to carry on with the "normal" (lonesome) life he once had. His love of parkour keeps him up on the rooftops constantly, where he is heading now...

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:D Im doing it right now~ omg u reply so fast >W< I love it!

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Hope I did this right :/



Name: Konoha "Wynter" Shiroe
Gender: Male

Age: 14
Height: 5'4
Weight: 115
Nationality: British/Japanese
Class: 3A

Occupation: Student
Weapons: Sharp tipped umbrella
Current Location: Sitting on A building's stairs (3rd floor).

Personality:Wynter is a shy, overall quiet boy. He loves music, photography, and loves to sing. He's never really had any friends, moving around so much, so he considers his aunt to be the closest thing to one! He's alone almost always, but he doesn't consider himself to be antisocial. And he certainly doesn't want to be. His family members call him Wynter because of how lonesome he seems, though he has adopted it as a positive thing. Under a great deal of stress, he can snap, and become a cold, uncontrollable monster that is swift with a blade, or any other weapon for that matter.

Background:Being recently transferred to a new high school, in a new country, he's under a bit of stress it being his first month here. He'd normally be excited, being an extreme otaku and going to the home country. That is, if his parents' deaths hadn't been the reason he had moved here in the first place. His only family member who hadn't neglected to take him in, was his aunt Jess. She's nice enough. And so, he tries to carry on with the "normal" (lonesome) life he once had. His love of parkour keeps him up on the rooftops constantly, where he is heading now...

The Wolf

Name: Konoha Wynter Leverett

Age: 15

Appearance: Wynter is a slim white boy. He has white hair, and sea foam eyes. His nose and ears are average in size, and his waist his oddly skinny. His skin is a creamy pale white, and he has an extremely noticeable blush that turns his face bright red around the cheeks. His normal outfit consists of different jackets, and the occasional scarf. He can almost always be seen wearing jeans, and plain converse.

Personality: Wynter is a shy, overall quiet boy. He loves music, photography, and loves to sing. He's never really had any friends, moving around so much. He considers his aunt to be the closest thing! He's alone almost always, but he doesn't consider himself to be antisocial. And he certainly doesn't want to be. Being recently transferred to a new high school, in a new state, he's under a bit of stress it being his first day. (More to be revealed).

Setting: This roleplay is set in a world almost alike this one. Only the government knows about werewolves, and because of this, they have created forest habitats for these families with "cursed" blood. These Forests, are off limits for hunting of any sort. Most believe it is taboo to even venture there! Werewolves have a large collection of caves deep within these forests, and use the land for hunting and generally everything a normal wolves would use it for!