Trinais

A Wolf's Love

So, um, work finally calmed down and I'm just going to stick this here as a work in progress. If ya'll still have room that is!

Leo Harper

"Whatever is given to you can be taken away..."
Appearance -

As Human

As Wolf

Name: Leo Harper
Age: 19
Sex: Guy Bits
Sexual Preference: Guy Bits

Relationships
Alice Harper ~ Mother ~ Estranged
David Harper ~ Father ~ Estranged
Michael Harper ~ Twin ~ Texts Regularly
Finn Moray ~ Ex-Boyfriend ~ Hunter

Personality
Exhausted / Reserved / Proud / Disenchanted / Responsible

Occupation(s)
Full Time Grocery Store Clerk, Part Time Lawn Mower (Weekends/Weekdays), Part Time Fry Cook (Weekends)

Biography
"You want a life story? Okay. Me in five minutes (sort of). A true story!

"Once upon a time in New York, a mommy wolf and a daddy wolf formed their own pack and did a very special hug because they loved each other very much. Then, nine months later, two boy puppies magically appeared from the mommy wolf's lady parts! Surprise!

"The boy wolves were identical twins and did a whole bunch of normal boy stuff together. They went to public schools, played sports, and turned into four-legged murder machines every full moon. It all was going great until they hit that special phase when boys stopped thinking girls were icky and were awesome instead. 'Cause one of them thought that, but the other still thought girls were icky. Contrary to popular assumption, mommy wolf and daddy wolf were actually quite cool with this fact. Things went wrong when the boy-liking wolf started dating a human. And he thought the human was his mate. But that mate turned out to be a hunter, looking for members of the pack. And when the wolf boy confessed his love for his crush, the hunter captured the wolf boy and tried to kill him ever so slowly, in lots of not nice ways, before the wolf boy was bailed out by the mommy wolf and the daddy wolf.

"There was a fallout over his naivety, bad words were exchanged, and a lot was said that wasn't really cool- but whatever, it's done. In the end, the boy-liking wolf had to pack up in his trusty VW Beetle Magnolia and hit the road- 'cause if the hunters didn't kill him, the wolves would.

"And that's who I am! What's that? What do you mean you weren't talking to me?"

Pack Information
Pack Position: Hunter ~ Bringin' home the bacon!
Mate: None
Born/Bitten

The Hidden People

I took it back. @HeySeuss, Tony the Tiger won the "who's carrying Parry" contest XD

The Hidden People

Parry had tried to be patient with Tony and the others as they left the bunker deep underground. He really had. But this... this was beyond absurd.

The onesie, while infantile, was still made by Calvin Klein, so he could in fact be caught dead wearing it. See also the Crock shoes he wore dangling from his feet. And he could suffer through the Huggies, seeing as they were all part of the facade in the first place. The baby sling around Tony's shoulders was uncomfortable, but it worked for transportation purposes.

It was the fact that even as an adult Parry's mind and mouth had a tendency to wander, leaving him babbling on completely without a cause or care in the world during their drive here, that made Tony reach into Parry's bag and (much to Parry's surprise) remove a pacifier before shoving it in Parry's mouth. That had set Parry in a cross mood for two reasons: first, he didn't like being told (much less forced) to shut up, and second, his beloved bag should only ever answer his call. Why had it responded to Tony?

He didn't have long to contemplate that fact since they parked the cars outside the Holzberg manner and stood awaiting the night's trials and tribulations. Parry shivered just looking at the place. He might not be a fully grown angel any more, but the spirits here were far from settled and the place stank of raw magic. Anything could be inside those gates- werewolves, witches, even Russians- and Parry wouldn't know it.

"Fow the wecowd," Parry grumbled after removing the pacifier, fidgeting in his sling as he looked up at Tony, "baby fat makes a bad human shiewd. I won't stop any buwwets coming youw way."

Which gave Parry an idea, if a small one.

"Can you weach in the bag an' get me a mawkew? I can't cut off heads, but I can stiw dwaw wawds on you guys."

The Hidden People

I am choosing to imagine Flint with Parry in the baby carrier XD

Any objections before I write up a post???

Let's Go Run A Bakery~!

In all honesty, I was just going for something funny and off the wall.

I wonder what Lila-sama has in store for him this time :3

~~~The Harlequin's Shadow ~~~ A Supernatural Circus

Indeed! Friendly note: I will not have a chance to post again tonight, as I have family plans.

~~~The Harlequin's Shadow ~~~ A Supernatural Circus

I guess this means I need to hurry up and finish my profile.

@Onarax

Whenever you get a chance :-)

The Hidden People

Sometimes you don't have to say much.

Now who's got Parry in the Baby Bjorn XD

~~~The Harlequin's Shadow ~~~ A Supernatural Circus

@shaitarn, approved but please try to break up your paragraphs a bit. It's nitpicky I know, but I have trouble reading blocks of text.

@AtomicNut, understood completely. I go by RL first, RP second!

Which is the reason it took me so long to get the first post up. Sorry guys/gals, but now the curtain rises!!!!!

~~~The Harlequin's Shadow ~~~ A Supernatural Circus

~~~ August 23rd; Vienna ~~~

The crowd had swelled to a thousand strong when the bell loudly tolled 13. Yulio resisted the urge to check his pocket watch as he stood to the side of the grand tent. Callista was on stage, and Yulio knew how she hated to be interrupted during her tricks. It was bad enough with all the humans taking pictures of her acts with their blasted phones. The wards on the wrought-iron fence that surrounded the small circus would see the photos were scrambled in the morning, and the guests would not remember being at the circus- only that they had a fun night out with friends.

It had to be so- by the Keeper's order.

So Yulio gave Callista a curt nod as she continued her act, letting her know to finish up the performance when she was able. He slipped out through the folds of the tent, making his way to the Keeper's pavilion for the night's instructions.

The old man sat inside an unadorned tent, the sign on the front proclaiming the act inside was closed for the evening. The Keeper's arms, legs and face were all wrinkled leather beneath the folds of his heavy coat, the wisps of white hair all that remained after centuries of aging. He sat before an open fire, an old kettle boiling with water over the flames. The air in the tent shifted and Yulio caught the smell of Passion Fruit. An newer tea, but the master enjoyed new things now and then.

"We are close tonight, Yulio," the old man said, seizing a cup from the ground. "I can feel it. Very close!"

We are always close, Yulio thought, his face scowling. Instead, he asked "Where shall we go tonight, Keeper?"

The old man paused, sniffed the air, and began pouring his tea. "I think you will go to the City Hall," he said. "Have the players assemble. The Harlequin has inducted a new player tonight. An important piece in the game. We must remove his new pawn before it is traded into a Queen."

Yulio bowed. "By your will," he said, turning to leave.

"Yulio."

The ringmaster paused, one hand on the tent flap.

"If you lose faith in me again, I will replace you."

Yulio did not respond to the comment and stepped through the tent. Outside, perched on a tree made of blackened steel, a flock of paper birds sat twittering away at one another, flapping and jumping from one branch to the next much to the amazement of a band of visitors. As one they all perked up as Yulio approached.

"Go to the players," he instructed. "They will finish their performances, and the guests must leave. We assemble tonight at the front gate before the clock strikes 14."

The birds bobbed their heads as one and took flight, scattering to the tents about them. Yulio checked his watch, noted the time, and began strolling toward the exit of the circus, his walking stick in one hand and top hat in another.

A new player for the Harlequin...

Tonight would be a dangerous night.