Nallore

Night to remember [Nallore x sakurasan]

@sakurasan Posted! :) Really sorry for the late reply.

Night to remember [Nallore x sakurasan]

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Elizabeth blushed slightly as she brushed a few strands of her red hair out of her face and smiled at Aline meeting her friends eyes for a moment. "I sometimes think that my bestfriend here is always trying to hit on me." Liz said jokingly as she watched one of the waitresses came over Elizabeth had never had a boyfriend or dated anyone before, or even kissed anyone before yet. "What can I get you to eat and drink miss?" The waitress asked Elizabeth assumed that the girl was new she hadn't seen her before and thought that she had just started today Elizabeth thought for a moment she was craving for a salad. "I'll just have a salad, some fries and a coke please." Liz then turned her attention back towards Aline for a moment looking at her, she didn't know many of Aline's friends since Aline was more busier then she was. "So are you trying to hook me up with one of your celeb buddies or something? And i'm totally fine with that the more the better right?" Elizabeth always loved to joke around with Aline.

She looked towards the window overlooking the parking lot and saw a fancy looking car coming up and parking itself in one of the open spots, the man was certainly attractive and young as well. He came in and then looked around and then started to approach Aline and her she gave him a bright smile. Elizabeth smiled blushing once more at the compliment she always liked being complimented, but she never saw herself as trying to get famous anywhere. "It's nice to meet you Wolfred, and you can just call me Liz like everyone else does or Lizzy whichever you prefer. So whats the plan for today?"

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Cassandra walked into her club, it was very quiet during the day usually only a few people were in the building that were all busy cleaning up the mess from last nights events. Cassandra smiled to herself remembering the girl that she had brought home with her the night before which was a lot of fun. "Good morning everyone." Cassandra said and waved to all of her employees who were restocking and cleaning up the dance floor and bar areas. She made her way towards the offices that overlooked the whole entire club as she made her way towards the steps.

Cassandra sat down on her seat and leaned forward as she started to go through work emails as well as bank statements and all of that stuff. She did remember slipping the girl that she had slept with the night before her phone number and started to play around with her hair, Cassandra did hope that the girl would end up calling her at some point during the day or swing by the Nightlife.

The Wolves Of Red Lake (Reboot)

@rivaanYour as well forgot to put ya in there but yeah. :P

The Wolves Of Red Lake (Reboot)

@Vicier@Metronome@ChaoticFox@Caits Your guys' characters have been added to the character tab. :)

The Wolves Of Red Lake (Reboot)

Yoska Abel Petulengro

Yoska Petulengro

Basic Information ➳

| Name |
Yoska Adel Petulengro

| Date of Birth |
October 12, 1996

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Heterosexual

| Occupation |
Currently unemployed and homeless

| In-Depth Appearance |
Yoska is currently underweight and willowy. His waifish form is a result him trying to hunt and survive on his own for the past few months, following years of neglect. His hair is messy, he's dirty, and his clothes are in rags. He stands at 5'10", 130 pounds, dark brown eyes, and olive skin. Yoska is of Romani/European descent.

Perhaps cleaned up, Yoska could appear non-traditionally handsome. His hair is dark brown and filled with wide curls. His eyes are brown and almost reminiscent of a sad hound dog's. With a little more meat on his bones, he has the potential to be lean muscled, but never bulky. Yoska has always had a willowy build.

He doesn't have any tattoos, but he has quite a few scars. Too many to list, most of then are just small nicks and cuts given to him during past years of physical abuse. The most notable are the little round scars that mark his arms, legs and back here and there. They look suspiciously like cigarette burns.

His wolf form is about as lanky as his human one. He has warm brown fur and golden eyes, long legs that are good for speed, and a patch of white around his muzzle.

| Scent |
He smells of cedar wood and campfire.

Who Am I? ➳

| Personality |
♦ Generous ♦ Skittish ♦ Kind ♦ Naive ♦
Skittish and shy, Yoska has yet to join the pack despite him hanging around the area. His fear of other people has crippled his ability to join a pack, but yet he still wants to. Yoska has very low self esteem, especially while in the midst of other people. On his own, he's usually okay. He's more timid around larger men in particular. He has a quiet voice and a laconic demeanor, would never hurt a fly.

Yoska does not pose a threat to the pack, and by now, most of the members agree on that much. He can barely hunt for himself, and he lives in the forest alone. He'll occasionally wander close to the pack's turf, trying to get up the guts to finally speak to them, but he usually chickens out. After all, what would they want with a skinny waif like him?

| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ Sleeping, sweaters, cool weather, hot food, sweets
✘ Rainy weather, crowds, men, loud people, being startled

Hobbies
Yoska is an avid gardener. He likes to tend to plants and flowers, as they are quiet, beautiful, and they never ask a lot. He hasn't gotten to garden since he left Romania, which seemed like a fair trade off at the time.

| History |

Yoska came from a hard beginning. His family was a group of oldschool Romani that traveled the European countrysides. When they came into town to sell and buy, they were often met with discrimination and hate. Most places put up with them until they left, but it was when they reached a small town in Romania that their band was met with brutal forces. The mayor of the town called the police on them, having them arrested and shipped from the country.

Some of Yoska's family fled, and some were captured and removed. But in the chaos, Yoska was separated from them. At the tender age of 9, the boy was left to fend for himself. He quickly left the town that had attacked his family, afraid that they may hurt or even kill him. Yoska wandered until he found a new, larger city to settle in. There, he lived on the streets until he was 13. A farmer approached him, offering him work in return for food and shelter. He had no intent of paying Yoska, making the transaction completely illegal and slavery by definition. But Yoska was desperate, so he agreed.

Yoska worked long days on the farm, doing anything asked of him until his body and muscles hurt. He lived in the barn and ate whatever leftovers were brought to him. Although he was no longer freezing to death or starving, he was still miserable. The farmhands took to mocking and tormenting him, calling him a dirty gypsy while he did their work. If Yoska ever tried to defend himself, he was typically beaten until he learned to keep his mouth shut.

He endure years of physical, emotional, and sexual abuse at the hands of the farm workers. He was 17 when he was bitten by a werewolf. It had been a full moon that night, and Yoska was out in the fields, trying to finish the ridiculous workload he'd been saddled with. The wolf approached the teen and attacked him without warning. Yoska was defenseless to fend it off. The wolf ran off on it's own soon after, leaving Yoska with a few nasty cuts and bites on his arms. He didn't find out the weight of this attack until he was forced to shift under the next full moon.

Yoska didn't learn to control his shifting for almost a year after that. But he knew that if the farmer or farmhands found out about it, he would likely be killed. Suddenly, the food and shelter offered to him at the farm was no longer worth staying there. He ran away and found a small port town. There, he snuck on barge that was headed to the US. It made sense to him that the US would be a great place to live. As uneducated as he was, he saw the country as a land of wealth and plenty. A place where any, even someone like him, could succeed.

Unsurprisingly, he was wrong. Yoska made it to the States and hasn't been able to find work since. His dirty appearance, lack of education, poor English, and near illiteracy probably has something to do with it. He wandered for a few months before he came across the town of Red Lake. He could smell other wolves around the town, and thought that they might be willing to help him. But his skittishness has proved to be his biggest obstacle.

| Family |
He has family still alive and well in Europe, but finding them would be quite a task.

| Strengths |
He is very fast
Intelligent
A quick learner

| Weaknesses |
Physically weak
Poor hunter
Illiterate
He speaks English, but not enough to understand a more diverse vocabulary.

The Other ➳

| Theme Song |
Nowhere Man - The Beatles
"Doesn't have a point of view
Knows not where he's going to
Isn't he a bit like you and me?"

| Extra Information |
I read the rules

The Wolves Of Red Lake (Reboot)

Echo Elizabeth Young

Echo Elizabeth Young

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Basic Information

Name:

Echo Elizabeth Young

Nickname:

Echo-location, Echs (pronounced Ecks)

Birth Date:

01/14/1994

Age:

22

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Relationship Status:

Single

Occupation:

- Graphic designer
- Self made musician in Rock and EDM

In Depth Appearance:

Standing at 5’4” and weighing around 120 pounds, Echo could be described as the Canadian version of a California girl. Her body borders the line between slender and muscular, perhaps a bit stocky, though still retaining the expected curves. Her soft face and gentle brown eyes are bordered by locks of long brown hair, normally curled and draped down her shoulders. Her attire usually consists of a comfortable pair of faded jeans and a white tank top, covered by a loose plaid shirt whose sleeves have been rolled up and generally left unbuttoned. Around the apartment she is usually found wearing plaid pyjama bottoms and whatever top she feels like wearing, along with her favourite slippers. For outdoor footwear, a pair of riding boots or comfy pair of flats adorn her feet.

Scent:

Echo smells of a light vanilla scent.

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Who Am I?

Personality:
♦ Focused ♦ Shy ♦ Kind ♦ Stubborn ♦

Echo is generally a quiet person, often preferring time to herself rather than going to a big party. With some exceptions of course. She is extremely focused and therefore can be rather jumpy when working on a project, however because of this she often misses things outside her skill set and doesn't see the bigger picture. She is quite stubborn once she's made up her mind, but this also translates into extreme determination and she will often go many hours without sleep if it means finishing the task at hand.

Echo is extremely nervous when put on the spot or when meeting new people, mainly because most of her childhood was spent working on computers or learning to code. As well, she's pretty much the definition of an introvert and nervous breakdowns over small things are not uncommon, one can only imagine what would happen to the poor girl if something big happened.

Likes:

- Most types of rock and metal music, along with most EDM genres
- Foreign foods
- Watching sunsets
- Sleeping in
- The feeling of accomplishment after playing a song flawlessly or finishing a design project
- Staying in with her best friends
- Spicy food

Dislikes:

- Loud people
- Ignorance
- Arrogance
- Public speaking
- Being interrupted

Hobbies:

- Watching horror movies
- Snowboarding
- Surfing
- Digital art
- Playing guitar

| History |
Born in the bustling city of Toronto, Echo was an odd child to say the least. Her real parents couldn’t afford to keep her, so they had put her in an orphanage shortly after she was born. At around three years old, she was adopted by her father, Michael White, a well off businessman who developed software for large corporate companies. The two lived in a beautiful high rise in the downtown core, where he home schooled her for the first few years of her life. He taught her all the basics, including learning to speak both english and french fluently. However, her education in math and computers was the high point during this time.

She learned basic coding in a good three to four languages by the time she was finishing the public school curriculum and had also learned how to assemble a computer and how to troubleshoot it when something went wrong. Of course, like any child, she was always more interested in the games one could run on a computer and frequently got distracted from her homework by them.

After finishing public school, her father got a job offer in California and after getting all of the paperwork in order, the two of them moved there so he could pursue his career further. Echo started high school, her first year at school with other people. It was rough for the first little while. No one was really interested in computer programming and she’d never felt more lonely in her life. At home, she often kept to herself and her computer, either writing increasingly advanced code or playing games.

High school graduation day was probably the happiest she had been in a long time. Being the youngest one there was interesting, yet satisfying at the same time; Echo had skipped grade ten because of her excellent previous education. She was quick to move out despite her father’s protests and finished her college education in computer sciences four years later. She moved out to Red Lake into a small apartment, hoping to make a few friends and enjoy herself for a while.

| Family |
How many siblings, any pets and so on.

| Strengths |
Very focused on detail
Musically adept
Total arts kid

| Weaknesses |
Doesn’t know when to stop working
Easily overwhelmed in emotional times
Short attention span

| Theme Song |
Coyote Kisses - Six Shooter
”(I took a)
Cheap shot
A clean miss
Burning my defenses by the shakin' of her hips
(and then she)
Moves in
A quick kiss
Breathing down my neck, she had me wrapped around her wrist”

| Extra Information |
I’ve RED the rules-- Alright, I get it. I’ll stop now...

Mya LaCroix

Mya Sierra LaCroix

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Basic Information

| Name |
Mya Sierra LaCroix

| Date of Birth |
May 19th, 1988

| Gender |
Female

| Sexuality |
Heterosexual

| Occupation |
Private detective, often hired by the Red Lake police for investigations.

| In-Depth Appearance |
Mya stands at 5’6 and weighs in at around 155lbs, with a lean, muscular build and hazel eyes that pierce through even the bravest souls. Her dirty brown hair falls to shoulder length with a slightly evident curl, though is usually seen in a ponytail. Normally she is seen wearing a loose pair of jeans or khakis, topped with a button up dress shirt or a skin tight sports shirt. Black leather boots adorn her feet and calves, while a black leather hooded jacket covers her torso in colder weather or at night. At night, her eyes are even more discomforting, almost giving off a yellow glow if one were to look close enough.

| Scent |
Mya smells of fire and ashes.

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Who Am I?

| Personality |
♦ Respectful ♦ Sadistic ♦ Loyal ♦ Untrusting/Weary ♦

Mya could be compared to a wolf, silently stalking it’s prey for great distances and amounts of time, waiting for the perfect opportunity. When she speaks her words are well thought out and planned well beforehand, designed to get all the information possible out of a suspect. She can be manipulative with people when she sees an opportunity, but otherwise tries to blend in and avoid suspicion while researching her suspects. Or her prey.

Mya tends to hunt suspects that have done unimaginable things to get them where they are. It isn’t uncommon for suspects to suddenly turn up dead in her cases, mostly suspects of violent crimes. Justification by saving future victims.

| Likes & Dislikes |

Likes:
Hunting
Silence
Night time and dark places
Luxurious and fast cars, and both at the same time
Campfires

Dislikes:
Nosey people, oddly enough
Being the center of attention
People who push their religion on others
Police cases that are way to easy to solve
Slow drivers

Hobbies
Archery
Forensic Arts, goes hand in hand with her work
Racing
Martial Arts

| History |

Mya was born to an odd couple. Her mother, Melanie LaCroix was a private business owner and had nestled herself in the solar market out in the more rural areas of the country. Her father? Well, he was almost the exact opposite. Jonathan Shepard spent ten years in prison for assault and breaking and entering before he met Melanie, and then he was re-imprisoned for life after Mya’s birth for the murder of her mother.

After that, Mya was put into an orphanage in New York and went to school like most older children. She frequently got into fights and wound up in the principal's office more times than she could count. She was eventually expelled from school and disappeared from the orphanage, travelling down towards the south in search of a new home. As she grew older, she became involved with the wrong crowds at school, having been detained four or five times for drug possession before she turned eighteen.

After that, it was like someone flicked a lightswitch. Her grades in highschool went from barely passing to almost top of the class, she got her Bachelor’s in both Forensic sciences and Criminology before joining the police force when she was twenty four. By the time she turned twenty seven, she had been promoted to the rank of Detective Sergeant. Mya was then given the opportunity to choose where she wanted to work, before getting a transfer to the town of Red Lake, much to her Captain’s confusion.

She lives a fairly quiet life in Red Lake, investigating the few crimes that do happen in the local area when they occur, as well as taking on private contracts from anonymous parties. Mya is normally seen at the Café or the Police station, usually tucked away in a corning researching her clients and cases.

| Family |
Mother, Melanie LaCroix: Deceased
Father, Jonathan Shepard: Missing

| Strengths |
Can read people’s expressions like a book
Phenomenal ability to create accurate images based on verbal descriptions
Years of practice have made her an excellent archer, and decent at hand to hand combat.

| Weaknesses |
Emotionally detached, probably the result of watching her mother bleed out in front of her.
Slightly affected by PTSD, a few triggers from her time in the police force

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The Other



| Theme Song |
All My Life – Foo Fighters
”All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day”

| Extra Information |
Read the rules. Again. Seriously, for like the fifth time.

The Wolves Of Red Lake (Reboot)

@ChaoticFox Looks good. :) Will add her later.

@rivaan Both look good i'll be adding them tonight as well. :)

Let's Gush!

@Lady Amalthea I know I was only kidding. :P

Let's Gush!

@Lady Amalthea I demand a free grope once I get home from work and I get in the chat from you then missy! :P

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

Ill have a post up later today. :)