Nephriel

Werewolf Rp?

Alright.... so impatience got the best of me BUT I only posted this up to give you guys a jump on ideas. :) We'll actually start playing tomorrow. So, please hold your posts till then. XD Also, my post is longer than what I listed in the preferences but like I said... my posts go back and forth so don't run off. So long as you hit that most of the time, I'm happy... I'm not super strict so no pressure. :)

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Werewolf Rp?

Alright.... so impatience got the best of me BUT I only posted this up to give you guys a jump on ideas. :) We'll actually start playing tomorrow. So, please hold your posts till then. XD Also, yes... my post is probably longer than some of you will do right now but don't let that run you off. All of you apparently didn't mind the RP Preferences and so long as you hit that most of the time I'm happy. I expect ya to fall back and forth on occasion so no pressure.

Bitten

It always started the same way, irritability and mood swings... a fever. Then came the chills up and down my spine, the shaking in my legs, and the sensation of bees under my skin. No matter how much I ate I stayed hungry and the urge to be doing something, anything, so long as I was moving became unbarable. All of it only built and built until it reached the peak during the full moon and even my thoughts got hazy. Usually, I could Change at will or choose not to. Usually, I had control over my other side. The full moon was the one time where I didn't have a choice... and the one time I didn't have control... That scared me.

Ironically, though I've always been what I am and I'd always suffered from the fevers, hunger, and irritability around the full moon... I'd never actually gone through a Change until recently. See, females of my kind are a bit of a rarity. As a rule, human women don't survive being bitten and Changed... The strain is too much on the mind and body, even men die on occassion. Before me, only ONE female had ever survived the Change. Her case was an odd one, she'd been a survivor... An orphan jumping from one abusive home to the next, who had learned to overcome being a victim. She'd been in peak physical condition, mentally and emotionally strong, and the one who had bitten her had also been a bit... strange for our kind. He was an orphaned male werewolf who had spent most of his life living in the marshes of the bayou, and had gone through his first change as a pre-pubecent child... also unheard of in our world. So, it was chalked up to odd circumstance... a combonation that would probably never happen again.

Later though, through the help of the lore the Ijiraat had collected (a type of shifter) the pack discovered some answers to their mystery... According to the Ijiraat, it was likely that the male's parents had BOTH been werewolves, it was also likely that the woman's father had been a mutt who'd been living among humans and trying to blend in. Eventually, they had twins... a boy and a girl. Both of their children were werewolves and the both had gone through their first Changes young. I'm like the woman... I'd had a mutt father, a passing salesman if you will, I didn't know his name and neither did my mother since it had been a one night stand... One of many. I'd gone through most of my life not knowing what I was or why I seemed to always get sick around the full moon... Not until I'd been bitten. Like the woman, I'd survived... barely.

A group of mutts, nonpack werewolves, had taken me in. Normally, mutts don't run together. They're loners and usually troublemakers who don't like following Pack rules, but this group was different. The only reason they are mutts is because they don't feel like settling down and joining Pack life... Recently, however, there have been deaths following us wherever we go, half eaten bodies. Someone is trying to frame us for man-killing... someone with a vendetta. Now, the Pack is hunting us down as any possible risk to the secret of our kind's existance is a crime punishable by death... If my little group doesn't soon find out who is causing the deaths we may face full on war with the Pack, an outcome no one wants.

The Change was on me now, cutting off my thoughts of the Pack and pretty much everything else. The pain was intense, bones compressing as muscle and tendons rearranged themselves... Fur sprouted along the body as I fell to my hands and knees, spine elongating to a tail and joints popping and snapping as my body twisted and arched in ways human bodies can't... My vision danced and faded in and out as my eyes changed to see as a wolf sees... different hues and colors. A gargled sound of pain escaped my lips as my skull elongated, sprouting a muzzle... Soon came the change in nose and ears, hands and feet, skin feeling like it was being torn to bits... and then it was over. The whole process took maybe fifteen minutes if you did it often enough and had enough energy. If you were tired and hadn't done it in a while it could take up to an hour of stopping and starting over and over and unimaginable pain. The only good thing about the Change was that once it was done and the pain faded, the endorphins from finally being DONE with the pain and the adrenaline of the experience flooded you making the searing pain a delicious ache that made you want to RUN. Forgetting the troubles of the day, I tilted my head back and howled... answering cries of MY pack sang back to me from all around the woods. Once I had their locations it was time for a game of hide and seek, it was a good way to get our urge to hunt out without hurting anyone... and the fact that we were currently on a wildlife preserve meant we were safe from hunters and could probably track down a deer later in the night....

My wolf thrilled at the idea of chasing down actual prey after having been pent up in my human shell for so long... I sniffed the air and howled again, a kind of marco pollo to see who found me first.

Bitten

Nephriel said This story is loosely based on the book/tv series called 'Bitten'. In this story, werewolves are actually pretty rare as it's extremely hard on the body to survive the first Change, and even more difficult if you have been bitten. Our main group are a bunch of Nomadic Mutts who consider themselve's thier own pack. They have stayed out of trouble for years until recently... Someone is following them, leaving half eaten bodies behind and now the Pack is hot on their tails because they believe the Nomads are responsible... Now, the Nomads have to prove their innocence or they might be faced with an all out war with the pack... An outcome that no one wants...

Mutts - Nonpack werewolves who own no territories. Most mutts are mutts because they disagree with the way the Pack rules. There are laws in place for a reason but the mutts feel they are either above them or an exception to the rule. Other mutts are what they are because they don't feel like settling down, they follow the rules and keep a low profile and most times the Pack leaves them alone.

Pack - Wolves who fall under the Head Alpha's rule. Each territory, usually a couple states wide, has it's own Pack Leader who is also referred to as an Alpha. These Alphas form the council that reports to the Head Alpha once a year. Though it is possible for an Alpha or a Head Alpha to name a successor they usually aren't well accepted until they prove themselves. Any Alpha can be challenged for the title at any time by any member of the Pack, a Head Alpha can only be challenged by another Alpha. If a Mutt tries to challenge an Alpha they are usually taken care of by the Beta, the Enforcer of the pack. Only an Alpha can accept possible new members into the Pack, these guys are the Omegas, and at the end of their first year with the Pack they have to be taken to the Head Alpha for a final yes or no.

Betas- The enforcers to each pack. They take care of any threats and make sure the rules are followed. When the Alpha is out of commission for any reason, the Beta takes charge.

Omegas - New possible members to the pack. They eat last, they run the errands, are often picked on and given a hard time. They have to prove themselves worthy before they can rise from the rank of Omega and actually become part of the pack.

Female Werewolves- Even more rare than their male counterparts as they are born carrier's of the virus, with it lying dormant in their systems. For this reason puberty doesn't trigger the virus like it does in a male werewolf, they have to be bitten... This is the reason that it was only recently discovered that a woman could be changed at all or even that they carried the virus. It had been assumed that women were born completely human and for that reason the female child of a werewolf was often abandoned to her mother whereas a male child would be taken away with the father. The purpose of this was to keep the human mother from discovering what the father and son were, keeping the werewolf existance a secret. Unfortunately, a human woman without a werewolf parent will never make it through the Change because their bodies can't take the strain... even physically fit and perfectly healthy men have died from it. Lately, some of the werewolf fathers have been considering going back for their daughters now that the truth is known.

Change - Werewolves can Change at will until the full moon when they are forced to change whether they like it or not. The Change is agonizing but once the pain is done the endorphins and adrenaline that flood you make the experience worth it. The longer you wait between Changes the longer it takes to get through the process and the more painful it is... Werewolves have to eat a lot to keep their energy up, if they are tired or too distracted or haven't changed enough the Change could start and stop and take upwards of an hour instead of just five minutes.

Ijiraat - Shape-shifters that can't fully change from human to wolf and are instead stuck somewhere in between. They are as big as black bears and as strong as them as well. They live in the wilds of Alaska and are even more rare than Werewolves. As they are fewer in number they all live together and have never warred among themselves... Therefore, they are more familiar with ancient lore than the werewolves whose texts and scrolls have been burned by other packs more times than can be counted. It is because of them that the wolves found out the truth of female werewolves. They want to be left alone but seem to respect the werewolves as superior beings despite the fact that they are stronger.

There are other beings out there as well... Will-o-whisps, witches, and demons of different sorts... After we have a couple werewolves I'll think about possibly accepting other things.

Active Members: - If you aren't included in this list it is because I do not consider you active till your first post. :)

Haven Clark

Name: Haven Clark
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Group: Main
Personality: Sarcastic, Naïve, Fun loving, Trusting, Curious, Adventurous, Gentle
Abilities: Stamina, lurking silently, and believably playing dead are special traits of hers
Appearance:

Wolf:

Background: Haven grew up adopted into a travelling RV family. She was homeschooled her entire life, and lived in a tin can of a house until she was 19 with her parents and two other adopted siblings, a boy and another girl. They travelled just about everywhere, and though she lacked picking up social cues when talking to anyone but her family (like when she was being offensive or boring to just stop talking) she was always bright and perky, bringing a smile almost everywhere she went. Living in the RV she was relatively sheltered from some aspects of moral indecency, making her overly trusting and naïve to the ways of harsh people. But because of her travelling, she is very curious and adventurous, open to just about anything. She also picked up a joking personality from constantly watching old comedy sitcoms.
What Haven didn’t know about her gene pool was her father was a werewolf, and the gene was inside her. This never revealed itself until she was 21 on a full moon night. After leaving her parents to go explore the world on her own, couch surfing and learning more than she ever did with her parents about common sense (mostly through unfortunate experiences), she became a partier. She would attend clubs and raves, and eventually fell into the drug scene. One night she had gotten a really good hit and was dancing between equally dazed and feel-good bodies, when she started to feel ill. Heading out of the building into the cool night air, she walked into an alley where cold wind hit her face. The waves of ecstasy began flowing uninterrupted through her again when something like a ton of bricks hit her back. A pressure bit into her shoulder, and her face smacked into the alley floor. In her drug induced haze, she felt none of this, but her lazy eyes and blurred vision could see blood pouring out of a weird wound on her shoulder.
When she awoke who knows how long after, sore from her injuries and the Change she had thought was a bad hit based on the nightmares… if they were actually nightmares… from the night after the bite. Looking confused, she wobbly sat up, coming face to face with someone from the Main who helped explain what she was feeling. At first, Haven brushed off everything and the member shrugged and left her. But when the next full moon came and Haven wasn’t drug induced this time, she couldn’t deny the truth. She eagerly sought out the Main group and renounced her bad habits in favor of getting these others to trust her.

Luca

Name: Luca
Gender: Female
Age: Appears to be fifteen, is many years older then that.
Group: Main
Personality: Impulsive, Energetic, Fun Loving, Loyal, Obedient, Boyish, Often requires guidance, Compulsive, Young.
Abilities: Because of her small and agile body, Luca is highly skilled at sneaking, scouting and running. However because of her young and fickleness, she isn't very good at tracking. And since she is so small, fighting larger enemies is also a challenge for her, unless she can out speed them. Her stamina isn't the best either, but she can push herself if she has to.
Appearance:

Wolf:
Background: Luca lived a pretty normal life up until the time she began the Change. She was fifteen years old and her and her parents were up the the rural part of he state, on one of their regular camping trips. It could barely be called camping, as the family had a nice cabin with all of he comforts of home, just away from the hustle and bustle of city life. These weeks away from it all in the woods were some of Luca's most fond memories. However, it wouldn't stay that way forever. One of the nights of the camping trip the family went on to celebrate Luca's victory in the Sports Fair at school their cabin was attacked. A violent and hungry mutt. Her parents were quickly massacred and Luca was left for dead in the blood of her and her parents.

But Luca didn't die to her displeasure. She awoke several hours later, new and strange instincts taking over her body. Seeing her dead parents triggered something within Luca and she quickly fled the cabin, as well as her old life. Luca lived in the deep woods for many years, all alone, going partly mad from all of he confusing new things and smells and feelings. For a long time Luca was unable to control herself, killing and earning anything that came through her path. She hated herself more then anything. She hated her lack of discipline to her new self as well as her constant hunger and anger.

She lived as a hermit in the woods for as long as she could, constantly trying to keep herself calm and settled. She refused for as long as she could to Change, but this eventually got worse for her. Every time she held back, the more painful it was for her to change. After awhile it was painful for her to hold back her instincts as a newly changed and violent werewolf. While in the woods she was living in bloodstained rags. At one point members of the Main found her. And a confused Luca tried attacking them, fearing for her life and also meeting her first werewolves since the time her family was attacked. Somehow one of the members of the Main was able to calm her down. Since then Luca has been traveling with he Main, glad to have someone to watch out for her. It was reassuring for her to take orders and have someone to teach her.

Garret Hill

Name: Garret Hill

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Group: Main

Personality: Kindhearted, protective, laid back, understanding, and accepting. He doesn't have the nickname "Guardian" for nothing.

Abilities: Fighting, strength, endurance, and is more durable than he should be. Claims it's from drinking milk. However he isn't good at quick turns or more tricky maneuvers that require more finesse.

Appearance:


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Background: Garret was born into an abusive, drug ridden household with a father he never knew and a mother that wished he wasn't there. Growing up, Garret was subjected to emotional abuse and neglect by his mother then was picked on by bullies because his mother had been around the block several times and would continue to go again. His only safe haven was Mrs. Leona's class. Mrs. Leona was the closest thing he would ever have to an actual mother and as such took after her more than his real mom. From Mrs. Leona Garret learned how to be a good person no matter how bad things seemed, in the end everything would work itself out.

However everything changed when Garret experienced his first change. When it happened Garret had just turned 14 but his mother wasn't about to call an ambulance and shell out money to the hospital just because her son was having what looked like a seizure. Stuffing him into his room, she left him to either get better or die. She was hoping the former so that she could pawn all his stuff if he kicked the bucket. Garret thrashed around and was filled with unimaginable pain before blacking out. When he awoke, Garret didn't remember much. Only flashes of his mother and blood, so much blood. After trying to get facts together, the young man tried to go home but found that he was lost and didn't have the slightest clue as to were he was. However instead of terrifying him, Garret had never felt more free.

After roaming awhile, the young man go a basic idea of what he was and what he could do. To him it was amazing, he was finally able to do whatever he wanted and he had the body to do it. Soon though, he realized that while this was amazing, it didn't feel as good as it could be if he was able to share it with someone. This nagged him for about a years before he met up the pack. Well technically it wasn't an actual pack, just a collection of mutts really but they all looked out for each other like a pack should. They just weren't locked up by rules and the such. However after many years of being alone, Garret jumped at the chance to join others. He has since then proven himself as a capable warrior and a good friend to many within the rag tag pack.

Svan Vinter

Name: Svan Elise Vinter
Gender: Female
Age: Appears roughly 20-22, she's not sure exactly how old she is.
Group: Main
Personality: Private, easy going, you don't harass me and I won't eat you kind of attitude.
Abilities: Stealth, agility, tracking, also very crafty when it comes to building things or cooking.
Appearance:

Wolf:

Background:
Svan came to America roughly 15 years ago because of the declining amount of places to roam freely within her home range, essentially the entire nordic/scandinavian area. She has been many places and roamed for the majority of her life with her father. Her mother died after she gave birth to Svan and she was put in the care of her aunt though because of the rural area she was in no one knew exactly when she was born. Her father came for her when she was about 2. Of course he had no idea how old she was because he wasn't there and didn't bother to ask. He knows within a year or two though. He was killed when she was close to 12 or 13 when a dispute broke out about keeping her around. She also has a twin brother though she has no idea where he might be. His name is Niall. She believes he is in Iceland.

Rhyle West

Name: Rhyle Renée West
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty
Group: Main
Personality: Playful, sarcastic, willfully stubborn, protective, a bit of a tomboy.
Abilities: Speed, agility, and sneaking about are her strong suits.
Appearance:

Wolf:

Background: Rhyle grew up with a mother who was strung out on drugs and drinking. Her father was a mystery man, a one night stand in a long string of many... she'd had no way of knowing that he was a werewolf or that she had the virus lying dormant inside her. From age nine Rhyle had been taking care of herself and half the time, her mother. At age sixteen she got a job that was supposed to pay her way out of the hell that was her life, but her mother ruined that plan by failing to pay her bills in order to afford more drugs or liquor. The men her mother brought around often didn't know how to keep their hands to themselves but by then Rhyle had made sure she knew how to protect herself, her end of town wasn't safe for a woman who didn't know how to fight. Rhyle paid the bills and gave up on college... she was forced to stay with her mother until age nineteen. One night, on her way home from work, she'd was attacked by a recently bitten lone mutt in an ally. Since human women didn't survive the change, he'd left her for dead. It was pure luck that one of the mutt pack that later took her in had been passing by. At first he didn't think there would be anything he could do other than put her out of her misery but she surprised him by getting further through the Change than any other woman he'd ever seen bitten. He took her to the mutt pack and with their help she survived... barely. She has been with them ever since, abandoning her old life and embracing her new one. Being a tom-boy Rhyle fits in with the guys pretty well, better than she ever has with other girls, and now that the secret to turning a woman is known... there have been a few other ladies found and turned.

Werewolf Rp?

Go ahead. XD

Also, I think we have.... four or five people now? I think we'll pause on accepting after this next one until we see how everyone plays together. :)

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Jason Szlesky

Name: Jason Szlesky
Age: Twenty
Gender: Male
Race: Moroi
Guardian:
Element: Spirit
Appearance:
Personality: Jace isn't an easy one to peg... To some he comes off as kind, somewhat shy, playful, if a bit sarcastic, but despite his shy demeanor he can turn on the charisma as easily as flicking a switch... He is a touch short tempered though he hides it behind a charm that is impossible to deny. Underneath all that charm though is the real Jace, and he always has a plan... always a use for those he spends his time with and he doesn't waste his time with many. He has carefully maintained that shy, sweet, playful cover and hardly anyone knows what he's hiding behind the mask... or why. Jace keeps his Spirit Use a secret by posing as a fire user and skipping classes whenever an actual definitive show of power is required. If anyone starts asking questions he compels them not to worry about it and this has kept the teachers off his back for quite some time.

History: Jason is an only child with a Moroi mother and father who were hardly ever around. His parents were always busy doing something more important than taking care of their child, courtly duties etc... So, Jace was left to his own devices. At first he was a good child, very sweet when his father was around but very manipulative. He discovered that if he tried hard enough he could usually get whatever he wanted so long as it was things or money and not their time... His mother, on the other hand, had always been uneasy around him and he knew it... he used that to his advantage too, purposefully intimidating her whenever he needed to to get what he desired... He isn't used to taking no as an answer, not since he came into his powers, and he can be very persuasive. Still, there's a hole in him and only part of it is caused by his near constant use of Spirit. The hole is one he keeps trying to fill by manipulating those around him into caring about him and doing what he wants... He's never really had anyone care about him on their own, not even his father. Though the man tries to fake it, Jace is highly intelligent and can't help feeling like his father wouldn't even notice if he vanished off the face of the earth and when or if he did that he'd only be mildly disappointed. As for his mother, the woman would be relieved. Jace suffers from an innate mistrust of women, he finds them beautiful things to look at but not something to be trusted or relied upon... Maybe this has something to do with his Mother, but if so, he's not saying. Every girlfriend he has ever had he has dropped within days from boredom and he has never been overly intimate with anyone... If anyone were to see through his mask and see him for the lonely, empty person he is... he isn't sure what he would do... compel them to forget maybe? He doesn't want anyone seeing the scars in his soul or even coming close to learning about his past... For now he's happy with compelled friends and mass amounts of money... His only real friend is Rae. For some reason, the guy saw through his shy act from the very start and wasn't put off by his attitude afterwards... His brief time watching Sebastian Lazar, another Spirit user he'd been studying, with his friends had let him in on the workings of real friendship and real relationships. He'd grown envious of Anna in particular, she was so full of smiles and all of her friends would obviously do anything for her and truly cared about her. Because of this, he'd grown bitter and had attempted to ruin her relationships with them... However, this backfired and Gunner Marks had beaten him senseless when he'd discovered the truth. Their dedication to stick by Anna proved to him how alone he was and he began to feel guilt... He tried to make up for it later by healing Sebastian and compelling his girlfriend's father to leave the Dhampir girl alone. This earned him no real forgiveness but it did at least get the group to stop throwing him death glares... Now, Jace is the heir to a multi-million dollar company his father built in the 'human world' and for this reason he is being forced to take on a Guardian. After a long and rigorous search, his parents managed to find one of the top scoring Dhampir Guardians in the Country and convince her through promises of mass amounts of money NOT to join the Elites and instead Guard him.... Poor girl doesn't know what she's in for... or maybe Jace doesn't.

Shae Ozera

Name: Shae Ozera
Age:
Gender: Female
Race: Moroi
Element: Air
Appearance:
Guardian: Aleksander Belikov
Personality: Distant at first, short-tempered about some things, stubborn as a rock, spirited when you get to know her, sarcastic, protective of those she feels are being taken advantage of, artistic, a bit of a loner, and she avoids politics in general.

History: Shae was born to the disgraced line of the Ozeras, so why exactly is she being forced into an arranged marriage? Simple really... Disgraced or not, Shae is still a Royal and still a Princess and is one of very few still elligable. Add to this the fact that Shae's Guardian is of a well known line and was appointed by the Queen herself and that she is closely related to the King, Christian Ozera, and you have someone worth throwing at your son. Not that it's just Rae's mother... Shae's father is all for this match too. As Christian's Uncle he wanted a match of status for Shae, one that might help to relieve some of the blemish on the Ozera name. Shae hasn't had it easy, she's had to keep a great many secrets about herself including one big one that has kept her from ever really bothering to try and make friends. Still, now that she is older she understands how important this match is to her family... So, she is going to TRY to make this work. However, the secret she is keeping about herself could ruin everything...

Werewolf Rp?

@Dragonbud Actually, I'm going to start this up tomorrow and I might accept a few more characters as we go but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. :)

@Pathfinder Because I know you're play style and I can already see most (other than the background) of your CS, you're approved. Just let me know when it's done so I can give it a look see.

I'll work on the IC in the meantime guys...

Werewolf Rp?

Welcome pal... :) Forewarning, this is the first play I have gmed in years....

Werewolf Rp?

Awesome, everyone is accepted so far.

Werewolf Rp?

Make a CS :) I've just been kinda lingering about waiting for more people.