Lady Termott

[High-Casual]Bitten: The Rivalry.

Pathfinder said
DAMNIT DANTE! THIS ISN'T THE TIME FOR COOKING!!!

Sautéed human with a side of blood?

FHFIF Distopian

"What's the molst embarrassing thing you've done?"

[High-Casual]Bitten: The Rivalry.

Rylan relaxed upon hearing Mehmet believing her word, giving off a cute little wag of her tail and smiling as best she could in her wolf form. She was glad the pack had some self-control and didn’t counterattack or anything of the sort. She felt a sense of pride knowing she could trust them, and even some of the vampires since only one had tried to attack them. She felt she definitely owed Nathan one, despite the commotion and rather horrific event given she should have watched more closely for any signs of a sudden attack. Nonetheless, she was glad no one in the pack was hurt.

Rylan listened closely to the plan. Fighting wasn’t her forte and she was confused as well surprised Mehmet picked her along with some of the strongest of the pack. As excited Rylan felt for being picked, she also believed she would slow down the others given her lack of speed and strength. She waited until he was done explaining before announcing her objections. “Are you sure you want me to come along, Metmet?” She asked, using one of his common nicknames, but then remembered she should be more formal at this gathering, “ Er, Alpha? I mean wouldn’t it be better if you choose someone with more combat experience?”

She realized she was still in her beast form and felt rather rude for staying so. Some of the coven may believe it was an act of breaking the truce or something like that. Even if it were easier for communicating as a wolf, Rylan shifted into her human form. She never had trouble with ruining her clothes when changing forms as she often wore clothes that were bigger than her just in case. It wasn’t like she didn’t have enough clothes, it was just she didn’t like ruining perfectly good ones. Now in the place of a black wolf was now Rylan as a human. On the floor she noticed she dropped her Conversation Pad and picked it up and tucked it beneath her arm. Like clothes, she had plenty of notepads that she also didn’t like to waste.

She grew interested when that same vampire, Dante, had dropped the silver weapons, something she didn’t notice when she had talked to him. That mad her wonder how many others were carrying silver on them. She doubted any of the pack had garlic or stakes in them. Wait, do either of those work? Or was that one of those myths? I guess a stake through the heart would kill anyone either way. Dante then surprised her once more when he then kneeled and bowed his head. Without all the silver, he’s totally defenseless now, and if either leader wanted, could harm him. She realized perhaps that was his way to show he was loyal to either party.

Either way, his cute little performance was denied immediately by Mehmet. Rylan was certainly feeling bold, as once again she gave her objections. “Why don’t we give him a chance?” She asked in sign language, “Even if he isn’t the strongest, it could be a chance to, well, develop our alliance. And like he said, he has no hatred towards us, so there would be no reason for him to turn against us!”

[High-Casual]Bitten: The Rivalry.

Jarleth Roman Fletcher

"This Immortal business is just too crazy for a simple guy like me."

Nickname: Mostly goes by Jarleth but is often affectionately called Jay or even Jay Jay by his sister

Age: 45. He’s technically younger than Rylan by a long shot, but given she’s an immortal, she ages much slower than he does, so he’s “older” by means of maturity and appearance.

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Species:
Human

Role:
Cacciatori member

Appearance:
Jarleth is a string bean, being the height of six foot three, and having a lanky structure, which could be described as aerodynamic. As he loves the outdoors, he’s gotten a nice tan going on. He’s quick and light on his feet. Despite being a pole, he has broad shoulders, giving him a manly appeal, paired with a light muscular build, so he isn’t quite as scrawny as he could be. However, he couldn’t par with a werewolf or vampire in speed or even strength for that matter.

His pretty face has a mature look to it, being on the angular side that all the ladies seem to adore. He has a rather beaky and prominent nose. Jarleth has medium dark brown hair that reaches his ears. His eyes are a lovely grey like his sister. His face is almost always plastered with a good-humored smile. Jarleth has a bit of facial hair that is neatly trimmed and what he thinks adds to his appeal.

He tends to try and make himself presentable before going out and about. Jarleth wears classy and more formal clothing, slacks usually with button up collar shirts, and if the situation calls for it, a tie. He wears nicely polished black shoes. For casual, he’d still wear a button up shirt along with jeans. His outfits tend to be diluted colors, nothing too flashy, such as grays, black, or white.

tattoo

He has this tattoo on his right pectoral to show his membership of the Cacciatori.

Personality: He can be seen as a casual flirt towards the ladies, still having never settled down yet. He has a sort of aura to him that says confidence. He walks and talks with mild arrogance. He is very protective of his sister. His humor consists of mostly dad jokes despite not being a father. He has a laid back way in life, not wanting to cause too many ripples in the pond. As he does respect his family’s lycan heritage, he appears rather wary of those of werewolf or even vampire background, having embraced the normal life of a human and growing a slight fear of non-humans.

Having lived in the shadow of his sister and her abilities, he’s tried to prove himself to be of equal stature, so to speak, and constantly pushes himself to go that extra mile. Even with his confident demeanor, Jarleth has a great insecurity about himself being any means praiseworthy. At times, his lack of assurance can be self-destructive. Jarleth hides this true side of him under a façade of certainty, especially when around Rylan.

History: Even since that faithful day 35 years ago when he was ten (his sister would have been 65, mentally about nine) when his parents were killed, he no longer wanted to situate himself with any immortal business. Despite this, he and his sister were raised by the pack that their parents were part of. He felt rather insignificant during this time giving the pack was full of werewolves, and he was the only human. He did, however, show great respect for the pack for taking them both in, especially Mehmet who become a sort of father figure for him, more so for Rylan. During this time upon his sister’s sudden muteness, he had learned how to use sign so he could communicate with her.

When he became an adult, he felt like his time in the pack had grown to a close, and he decided to make a life for himself. Jarleth had more of an interest in human history and culture that he then embraced it. He went to college, and not long after had gotten a job in a successful business, going through the ranks easily and is well off financially. Being a busy bee, he never found time to settle down and still looking for “the one”. He talks to Rylan as often as he can, still wanting to be part of his only family member’s life.

Through a series of circumstances, he has found himself secretly associating with the Cacciatori despite his lack of interest in non-human matters.

Other:

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As shown by this square, both his and Rylan’s parents carried one dominant "Lycan" allele, as well one non-lycan recessive allele. As shown, the circled genotype ll is Jarleth’s and shows that he had gotten the recessive alleles; so as a result, he’s human with no werewolf abilities. Rylan on the other hand got the LL genotype, making her a full werewolf.

[High-Casual]Bitten: The Rivalry.

Posted!

Can they really work together? Even after this?

[High-Casual]Bitten: The Rivalry.

Rylan was confused for a moment when boy grabbed her notepad, but grinned when she realized he put down his own greeting. She quickly wrote down an explanation for said notepad, “I can’t speak so I usually talk through writing!” Awesome! She thought, I’m sure we all could get along fine! Dante seems like a cool person! She found herself lucky she picked a nice vampire, rather than the ones she was once warned about, the ones who weren’t, well, not so nice. She shook her head, writing down, “Nope! This is my first time here!” and showed him her notepad briefly.

Rylan noticed Mehmet wanting her to stay closer to the pack, and he appeared rather on edge. Rylan signed a confirmation of understanding. Ears perk, and eyes attentive, she tried her best to be ready for anything. She held up a finger to Dante, excusing herself for a moment. She wrote down, “Careful, guys! Be on your toes!” And held it up, making sure her pack mates were able to read it. Rylan held up a thumb up once everyone had read her message and turned back the nice vampire guy.

Ironically, however, Rylan was caught off guard herself. There was a sudden flash of movement, and in the corner of her eye, she had just noticed a vampire in the air, weapon poised for the kill. Out of fear and instinct, she couldn’t help but become her wolf form, her darkly furred self on her haunches as she readied to launch herself at the attacker. Although she wasn’t quick enough as someone beat her to it, the coven leader’s right hand. Nathaniel, or something like that? That didn’t matter, but what did matter would be he had not only saved them, but also had brutally killed one of his own.

Rylan shook her head, trying to get rid of the image of the events that had just happened, feeling rather sick of the sight that was once someone. She wasn’t sure how to feel, as whoever that was was going to kill them and maybe killing him was the best choice. Rylan stepped back a few steps, staying her in beast form as she no longer felt safe in this place, despite the apologies given to her by Dante. She shook her once more as a response, feeling trapped.

“We have to get out of here.” Rylan said telepathically, sending the message to the other wolves as she obviously couldn’t use her notepad at the moment. This joining of both groups wouldn’t work, especially if everyone is so eager to attack each other. She noticed some of her pack had followed her lead and changed their forms. It probably wasn’t the best move, and she should have controlled her instinct, but now Rylan was much more alert than when she was human.

There was then the sound of a door slamming open, and the ferocious sounds of their Alpha noticing what had transpired. Rylan flinched, becoming submissive as to not further anger Mehmet. It grew quiet fast as he expected an answer then and there. As Rylan was put in charge of the pack for that short while, she figured it was her responsibility.

“It wasn’t anyone of us!” Rylan said quickly “He was going to attack us, but then that Nathaniel guy saved us! He used that fledgling as an example of those who break this treaty!” Rylan explained further with her telepathy, sounding rather panicked over the situation. She still couldn’t believe what had happened. She wasn’t sure what she would have done if one of their own had tried to attack, but could she really kill a member of her pack? A member of her family?

[High-Casual]Bitten: The Rivalry.

Awesome! I'm totally excited for this.

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drallinix said
You guys realize he isn't threatening anyone or trying to be offensive or an upstart he is merely prepared and is trying to make sure his superior and who he respects is as well.

It makes sense since he's still a new vampire and may not be too sure about the werewolves like the others if that's what's going on.

FHFIF Distopian

Immediately regretting choosing truth, Ryle also turned rather red in the face. What was with these cootie invested questions? "No...not yet," Ryle answers rather too quickly.

Not too soon as she answered, and wanting to get the attention off of her, she asks, "Innocentia! Truth or dare?"

FHFIF Distopian

Ryle couldn't help but giggle at Deyja admitting he may like Innocentia. "How cute!" She'd exclaimed teasingly.

"Truth!" She says, thinking to her previous dare and definitely not wanting to repeat that.