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Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

Ray caught a whiff of something as he neared the complex entrance once again, but brushed it off as nothing, he was getting plenty of new scents from this place. His pace slowed as he spotted the older gentleman looking at him, followed by the greeting. Ray found himself smiling back with a nod in place of what would normally have been a handshake, but the box in his hands currently impeded the immediate ability to do so. "It is though, isn't it?" Ray replied in kind. This man seemed to be in good spirits Ray noted, which seemed to be a common thing here in Odessa, atleast as far as he'd seen from the few people he'd seen since he'd been here.

"Glad to be here, you have no idea." He said with a small chuckle. Seriously, you don't. "It's a beautiful place you have here." Ray said, meaning Odessa in general, he turned his torso and nodded his head out towards the town, and surrounding area. "I just hope having my ugly mug around doesn't bring down the property value around here." He said in jest, a genuine grin on his face. Making friends would be a good thing, especially in a new place where he had none.

The urges inside had quieted down for the most part after he'd struck the deal with himself that he'd go out in due time for a run. He almost frowned at the realization of not having introduced himself. "I'm Ray by the way, Ray Winters." The red haired man said before adjusting the box against his shoulder and onto one arm probably more easily than he should have, before holding out a now free hand to shake, he felt like he owed it at this point.

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

Ray stood next to his truck in the parking lot of the small apartment complex. It had been a long drive and he was antsy. The sights, smells, open wilderness, he was taking it all in. The mountainous region was much different to what he was used to, a not so big forest on the outside of town in Illinois. He'd already carried a few boxes of his belongings up and was going to continue when his phone rang. It was Ethan, his younger teenage brother, a smile crossed his face with a sigh as he answered it.

"Hey. Yeah I made it. No I'm not coming back to get you." Ray chuckled, "Look...look...LOOK! I haven't even finished taking things up to the apartment, so just text me later. Yup, Love ya, and tell Abi I love her too. Okay, Bye." Ray shook his head in amusement as he shoved the phone back into his pocket. The kids missed their brother and Ray understood that, he missed them the same but him staying away was what he thought was best for them.

After a while he was almost finished taking everything up, resting his elbows gently against his truck, staring up at the tall pines in the distance. All he wanted to do was shed his clothes and go running, it was almost becoming too much to bear, his skin was even itching. He enjoyed the cold and the snow so he was looking forward to it. Ray knew he should probably get a feel of the town and it's layout before he decided to wolf out and run off, but after that long drive he wasn't really sure he had a choice in the matter.

Ray huffed silently and straightened up, running a hand through his hair. Work now, play later. He told himself as he hoisted another box. Maybe later he'd drive out to one of the nature trails he'd seen signs for on the way in, park his truck there for safe keeping then go for a run. The idea of it was enough to keep him content for the time being, he was here now so he had all the time in the world for that.

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

Name: Ray Winters
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexual preference: Homosexual
Human or werewolf: Werewolf
Pack member or loner: Loner
Pack name: N/A
Pack position: N/A



Strengths (at least 3):
Strong
Trustworthy
Agile, spending most of his time as a wolf running, he's gotten used to moving quickly through brush and forests without tripping up or smashing into things, usually.

Weaknesses (at least 3):
Knows nothing of 'normal/average' werewolf life
Hot-headed
Can't shift into Lycaon form

Personality: Ray can be a bit hot-headed, defensive at times, but for the most part he's a nice guy. He's also pretty laid-back for someone who was turned into a werewolf, ran from his family, and doesn't know what he's doing.

History: Ray wasn't the best son or brother always causing trouble. He was never into anything bad but he was just a wild youth. He lived with his parents and two younger twin siblings Abigail and Ethan. He'd been camping with friends when he saw his first wolf in the middle of the forest, it was oddly calm as he stared at it. Unknown to him was the fact that another wolf was stalking up behind him, he never saw it. He remembers being tackled to the ground, the pressure against his shoulder as it sank it's fangs into him, then nothing.

His friends found him the next day, passed out in the same spot. He got fixed up at the hospital, and was told he was fine. Far from the truth. Changing into a wolf had been a shock as well as a process, luckily he'd been home alone when it happened. He left home instantly, afraid of what he was and afraid of what might happen to his family. He stays in touch and occasionally visits but mostly Ray keeps out of their lives and them out of his.

Now nearly seven months later he's embraced his other half for the most part, shifting, running, hunting. Whenever the mood strikes and his insides squirm he goes out to the nearby woodlands to shift, sometimes staying as a wolf for days at a time even if he regrets it later. Somehow during all that time he's managed to not run into another werewolf, maybe he's oblivious or maybe the population was just that dry where he lived but he was fine with that, he'd gotten the hang of this wolf thing down, so he thinks. At one point he'd been spotted by some people near his home, afraid of what could potentially happen he decided to move away. Odessa, Colorado just happened to sound like the perfect out of the way place for him to live.
Yeah right.