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Werewolves are Endangered?

That awkward moment when you post something, find out someone's posted between the time you've last refreshed the page and made your post, and then having to look through both of your posts in detail to make sure you didn't just make something stupid happen :/

Werewolves are Endangered?

Stíofán had spent his day at the gym. He would do this a lot of days, especially on the day before the full moon. He thought, maybe if he exhausted himself the day before, he wouldn't have the energy to do too much on the full moon, and wouldn't ending up injuring himself, or anyone else, too badly. He went to the apartment complex, dropped off his stuff, and had a shower.

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Stíofán arrived at Sam's Bar and Tavern at dusk, and looked for the bartender. He didn't know her name, but he wanted to. Ever since he had settled down in California he had a thing for her. Stíofán could never work up the courage to ask her out. Every time he tried to talk to her, he just ordered another pint of beer. Being Irish, this wasn't a problem, because he could handle a lot of alcohol before getting drunk. He had, on occasion, ordered so many pints of beer that he got drunk, and another member of the pack had to take him home so that he didn't get angry and accidentally transform.
He saw that she was talking to somebody already, so sat at the bar, and waited for her to notice him.

Small Settlement Role Play

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Small Settlement Role Play

TrainWreck said
I find myself interested. Are you talking about a modern day settlement or maybe like colonial times settlement?

Depends on what people like the eound of most, here

Small Settlement Role Play

I've got the for a small settlement role play. It would be out int he countryside/desert, with little contact to the outside world, such as dial-up, phone calls, and the postal service. The settlement would ideally be self sufficient, with people working as farmers, butchers, blacksmiths, etc.

Please tell me if you would be interested in this!

Thanks,
gogojakeo

Werewolves are Endangered?

Thanks Nanix! That was fast!

Werewolves are Endangered?

Stíofán ó Faoláin (Werewolf)

Name: Stíofán ó Faoláin (English: Stephen Whelan)

Age: 28

Appearance:
Stephen stands at 6 foot 7 inches (200.66cm), and has medium length, ginger hair. He also has a ginger beard, which he keeps at a medium length. He has pale skin, and is quite muscular. On his left arm he was a tattoo sleeve that he got whilst travelling. The sleeve has a shamrock on it, underneath saying the phrase "Níl aon tinteán mar do thinteán féin", written in a green, Celtic, font. There are also tattoos of: a catholic cross, another quote saying "Only God can judge me", a stem, that splits into two large, wilted, back roses, and a smaller, similarly black and wilted rose, a tattoo of the state of California next to the Republic of Ireland, a hand holding an arrow, and the Irish flag, with the edges dissolving into the skin. His musculature is slightly defined. He also has a scar along his right upper arm from when he was attacked.

Picture:
This man, but with paler skin:


Human, werewolf, or hunter?: Werewolf

If werewolf: Beta

Background:
Stephen grew up in Ireland, speaking Irish as a first language, with English as a second. When he was 21, he moved away to see the world, and then settled down with a friend in California when his family died in a car crash when he was 23. Being Irish, this was not perfect for him, and he was thinking of moving back to Ireland, but was attacked when he went out one night in the dark by a werewolf at the age of 25. Two months later, his friend who he lived then said that he was moving cross country, and Stephen moved into the apartments with the other werewolves. Since joining the pack, Stíofán has always had the feeling that Carlson didn't like him.

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

When Py had finished playing the saxophone, and the conversation had turned away from him, William went up to him.
"That was really good, maybe you should do it professionally one day," he told Py, "And about my strength, I'm so sorry I didn't realise you not being able to see it, I'd be fine showing you myself, if you're okay that you're alright with that. Maybe after dinner?"

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

As Py continued playing to saxophone William began to try clapping along to the music. However, he had never been a fan of Jazz music, he was more a man of Rock or Pop, such as My Chemical Romance, or Maroon 5. Suddenly, William was aware of the knife in the pocket of his jeans. He thought of the blood that had been on it. He tried to push the thoughts out of his mind. William wanted this orphanage to be his last, he didn't want to have to move again. He also hoped that nobody would find out about what had happened at the last orphanage. When he... when he... William didn't want to think about what had happened where he used to live. He wanted this new life, here, to be a good one. William thought that he had made a friend in Pyktis, and hoped that the feeling was mutual.

Lunar Colony Role Play

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