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★ CONNOR QUINN O'SULLIVAN
Name Pronunciation;; (COHN-nar)(kwIN)(OH-sull-evin)Name Meaning;; Strong willed or wise 'Hound-lover.' Also from the Irish 'Coachuhhar', meaning high desire. Famous bearers: In Irish mythology Connor was an early king of Ulster.; 20th century Irish diplomat Conor Cruise O'Brien. Origin of the name Quinn: Derived from the Irish surname O' Quinn which is from the Gaelic O' Cuinn (descendant of Conn). The name is derived from conn (wisdom, reason, intelligence). O'Sullivan (Irish: Ó Súilleabháin), also known as simply Sullivan, is an Irish Gaelicclan based most prominently in what is today County Cork and County Kerry. Thesurname is associated with the southwestern part of Ireland and was originally found in County Tipperary before the Anglo-Norman invasion.
Alias;; Connor
Nicknames;; ConnorAge;; 30
Sex;; Male
Gender;; MaleRank;; Eta
Species;; LycanthropeSexuality;; Bisexual
Love Interest?;; Not his priority, but something could develop over time. He is very ignorant when it comes to flirting of any sort. Compliments, he does not take those well, either. It is mainly due to the fact that being an eta in a new pack practically takes his full focus. But once he does catch on (and this is rare, mind you.) he understands, and if he feels mutually towards whomever is giving him attention, he becomes a bit more affectionate. Sometimes he'll murmur things in his native language sweetly, or he will simply let his eyes linger more than they should. But Connor, now in his new pack, will try to refrain from getting too attached in that way.Descriptive Appearance;; He is 5'8, a rugged man with a strong build and well-developed muscles. His eyes are a dark orange, his iris and pupil seeming to melt together into small, black rings. He has dull russet brown hair which has a nice, soft feel to it and gets thicker towards the top. He seems to never shave, his scruff covered in a dusting of red constantly. When he does manage to shave, Connor looks ten years younger, which invites many snickers. He never tans, he just freckles dramatically. He has a thick Irish accent, and can also speak Gaelic, Russian, and just a bit of Italian.
Descriptive Personality;; A man of very few words. The Irishman can be quite the critique inwardly. He tends to keep to himself. When Connor becomes a wolf, he wears his heart on his sleeve, so to speak. If someone bothers him, baring teeth is not an unusual response for him. He embraces scents and sights, damn the cliche of admiring a view or smelling a plant. Everything is open to him in ways he couldn't embrace as a human, which lets him unfold more in front of his closest packmates. The wolf is huge in stature, adopting the height from his human form. His shoulders are massive, as are his paws. He "resembles a secret service wolf" some say, which never fails to amuse or intimidate others. Introverted, very strange for a werewolf, but he makes himself worth the trouble if you get to know him. When it comes to being put on the spot, he will give it his all for the pack. Any task he is given will have his full effort and attention, be it professional or more intimate. Connor tends to hate conflict within the pack, so he'll usually keep himself out of it unless one of the alphas involves him. He rivals his inspiration Brian Crain, a human pianist whose records he cherishes. Name a song, he plays it. Beyond loyal to his alphas. He bites first and never asks questions if it came to that. He bottles up his emotions in matters of the pack, letting the alphas decide for him.
Descriptive History;; Connor was originally born in Belfast, Ireland. He was raised in an all Irish pack that had originally been helping out the IRA's tasks. His grandfather was the alpha at the time, and his brother was his second. His ties in his native pack grew too loose. Connor left around the age of 21, deciding to become nomadic. He grew on stories of werewolf legacies, tremendous legends and tales of greater packs, heroic alphas, vampiric slaughters, but he had never seen any of them. Now, he hopes to make something of himself in his new pack. He is aware that there are suspicions concerning him being the newest member. Connor hasn't been there long, but he hopes to make a good impression in the future. He's a bit conflicted with being so old in such a young pack. Connor knows that he's not dramatically old, but at the same time, he hopes that the others will feel comfortable enough around him to refrain from disregarding him as "just another has-been.". The rest of his history will be revealed steadily throughout the thread.
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Friends;; He tends to keep things professional, but he does have a Druid friend back in Ireland.
Enemies;; Large bodies of water, and wizards.Relationship Status;; Single
Past Relationships;; NonePlaylist;;
Face Claim;; Iwan Rheon
Roleplay Sample;;Small things add over time. Little by little, whatever you see in the corner of your eye, or store in the back of your head to bottle up and save for later, pops. Like a cork off a nice bottle of sherry wine, except when you go to pour, there's too much foam. Atticus was prone to the occasional migraine here and there, nothing that couldn't be fixed with either a bottle of Craig or Tullamore Dew. But this time, it seemed...different.
The poor man could hardly walk. He could feel his temples pulse consistently, the rhythm getting faster and faster, until the pulsing became a constant hum. He could feel his skull caving in on itself. It was horrible, beyond any pain he had ever experienced before. The Irishman tried to speak, to curse, to say anything, but his mind could barely form coherent thoughts, whereas his mouth was being twisted like he was constantly biting his cheek and tongue.
Let it go.
Oh gods, it was such a beautiful thought. The most relief he had felt during this excruciating period of time that felt like hours, when it was only a mere matter of minutes. Yes, let it go. It was like the weight from his skull was easing it's way off, and just when he felt as though his head was put back into place, Atticus started to feel everything expand further than it should.
Let it go.
He had fallen from his bed, the sweaty, cold sheets clinging to his convulsing form. The hardwood floor did nothing to dwindle the heat that started in his core. Atticus struggled to remove his clothes, but his limbs seemed to have a will of their own. His arms extended and retracted, as if testing to see how far they could go. His legs did the same. What puzzled the Irishman, was that there was no pain this time. He knew the actions that were happening before him, but he had never matched this feeling with what he was seeing before. Generally, the transformation was awful, like being squeezed like a roll of toothpaste. This time, Atticus felt a certain sense of pleasure. Nothing he could describe, just an overwhelming sense of relief, like falling into your bed after a long day, or stretching after sleeping for hours. He could feel how alive his body made him. His fingers had closed into each other to form those familiar paws, as did his feet, and he could see his muzzle if he really crossed his eyes hard enough. All the sights, all the sounds around him were now open to him in a whole new way. Nothing was frightening, nothing was unexplored or dangerous, no. That was all him now. He had finally gotten over the steep slope, so now it is nothing but easy riding from here on out. Thanking whoever would listen, he howled.
Plot Ideas;; None yet!Username;; glitchwhiskey
Nicknames;; Rye
Activeness;; 7-9
Muse;; 7-8
Special Word;; Bacon Pancakes and PurPle ZebraS
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★ Natalia Katherine Rushman
Name Pronunciation;; Na-TAL-e-a.
Name Meaning;;
Alias;; Talia.
Nicknames;; Most people call her Nat or Talia.Age;; She's twenty six years old.
Sex;; Cisgender female.
Gender;; Female.Rank;; Luna.
Species;; Lycanthrope.Sexuality;; Heterosexual.
Love Interest?;; The Alpha.Descriptive Appearance;; Natalia is a 5'3 shortie. She has long blond hair that tends to get extremely curly when not tended to and takes forever to get ready in the morning. Her skin is rather pale and never wants to tan despite the hours she'll spend in the sun trying to get one. It's a struggle. She has bright blue eyes that tend to look like the color of the sky, buy fade to a darker blue like the ocean whenever she's angry. She has a rather curvy figure, one that people would call and hourglass. She still doesn't understand why a lot of people want that type of body though. All it does is make it harder for her to find the right clothes to wear.
Descriptive Personality;; The Russian is a rather independent lady. She likes to do things herself and hates the feeling of asking people for help. Maybe it's her pride or the way she was raised, who knows? She can be rather sarcastic, having a comeback back for everything thrown her way and never being the one to back down when challenged to tested. She isn't rude or anything like that she just has self pride and doesn't like when people try to mess with that. The blond can be rather protective and doesn't like seeing the people she cares about hurt. She's a bit of a mixture between an introvert and a extrovert. There are times when she wants to go out and meet new people and then there are other times when she wants to stay in a corner of the room and stay there not talking to anyone. It's a bit confusing to some.Descriptive History;; Natalia was born in Siberia Russia and grew up in a pack there. Life was fine. Her family wasn't anyone high up or anything but they weren't exactly the lowest of the low. Her life was fine and happy. She had both her parents, and two older brothers. Once she got to sixteen however disaster struck. Another pack raged war on hers. They claimed that her packs beta had killed one of their own in cold blooded but that simply had not been true. A fight broke out and most of her people had been killed. Thanks only one I'm her family that managed to survive he been her and one of her older brothers. They fled to America and changed their last names. After a few years Natalia joined this pack. Her brother however refused. He did not want to risk getting close to another pack and then have what happened strike them again. So he remained a nomad and left. She hasn't talked to him since.
Family;; No point in mentioning them when most of them are dead except for her brother Dimitri.
Friends;; She considers the pack her friends.
Enemies;; Vampires, and the pack that killed off her old one.Relationship Status;; Not sure if the Alpha and the Luna would be together?
Past Relationships;; She had a crush on this guy named Icarus in her old pack but he sadly died as well.Playlist;; Uhh..
Confident-Demi Lovato
Who run the world,-Beyonce
You don't own me-Grace
One woman army-Poreclain Black
Face Claim;; Scarlett Johansson.
Roleplay Sample;;The young redhead was sitting in a chair, one of her many instructors standing in front of her. Like all the rest she had a look of pride on her face, well what could you expect when you managed to create the one perfect girl you have been trying to conceive for years? That's what she was to them. Nothing but a toy, one that once gone they would just find someone new to take her place. Sure, she was important now for being the best there we've was, but one day when she was gone they would just find someone else and she would be old news.
"Now, Natalia you know your mission." The old lady said to her. Her skin was almost paper white, and her hair was thing and gray from her age. Out of all the instructors she's had, this one had been the hardest to please. Maybe because she was older and didn't expect much of Natasha st first. Well, she had proven her wrong. "Recite it." She commanded.
Green eyes locked on the old bat, her gaze intense and unfeeling. Just like they wanted her to be. "I am to break into the enemies company and get close to their son. His father as of now owns the company but will die soon leaving his son in charge. Once that happens I am to kill him and destroy what's left of it." She recited, perfectly. There was no insecurity in her voice that was afraid that she had gotten it wrong. Not that she could they made her memorize it word for word. She couldn't forget it even if she tried.
"Good." The old bat said, giving her nod of approval to Natalia. "Now go, and you don't come back until it is complete.
That had been hours ago. Now the young girl was walking through the cold streets of Stalingrad, her coat closed tight around her to keep out the cold the wheather brought. Now, she herself had never liked the cold. Now to some that might be ironic since she lived in one of the coldest countries in the world. But it's not like she could leave and go somewhere warmer now could she? Muttering a few curses under her breath she knew the place she was heading was only a few more blocks down the way. Now she would've driven, but by law she was not old enough yet. Which for her sucked majorly.
As she continued walking, she could've sworn she heard the sounds of children laughing. Looking up she saw that she was drawing closer to a small elementary school. Children laughing. Huh. That's not something she heard often. Not where she grew up st least. It was a warmer sound. Natalia liked it a lot, reminded her of when she was younger before her training started and her life turned to hell. Walking closer to the school she saw that the school was out and kids were running around waiting for their parents. As she continued on, she saw a little girl. She was cute. She had dark brown hair, and from what Natalia could tell her eyes were green. The thing that tipped her off was her skin. She was tanner than the other kids. Hell, she was tanner than most Russians were. Natasha found herself subconsciously stopping to look at the girl for a few moments. There was just something about her that intrigued Natalia. She didn't know what it was or why.
Plot Ideas;; Fight between Vampires and werewolves?Username;; Nama330
Nicknames;; Nama, Pusheen.
Activeness;; 9/10
Muse;; 8/10
Special Word;; Bacon Pancakes and PurPle ZebraS
Other;;#princessofhearts((c))
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★ Lucas Joshua Vinicius
Name Pronunciation;;Loo-cus Jaw-Shoo-uh Vin-i-Cee-us
Name Meaning;;Lucus-bright or shining//Joshua-Jehovah is generous. Jehovah saves//Vinicius-Latin form of Vinincio
Alias;;N/A
Nicknames;;Josh//VinciAge;;25
Sex;;Male
Gender;;MaleRank;;Beta
Species;;LycanthropeSexuality;;Bisexual
Love Interest?;;OpenDescriptive Appearance;;Lucas stands at a solid 6'1" and he himself is very Muscular in body build with broad shoulders and the like. His hair is cut very short and resembles dark chocolate in color. The texture of his hair is soft and silky, much like that of his wolf forms fur. His eyes are a sea green color with grey speckles around his pupil which give one the feeling of gazing unto the sea. When it comes to his skin tone there's not much to say, he has naturally tanned skin that only gets darker in the summer and spring seasons. Lucas as a wolf isn't much different in build, he's still built Muscular with broad shoulders and his coat is very similar to his hair, save that his coat has lighter patches on his muzzle, neck, stomach, legs, and tail.
Descriptive Personality;;Serious and quiet, interested in security and peaceful living. Extremely thorough, responsible, and dependable. Well-developed powers of concentration. Usually interested in supporting and promoting traditions and establishments. Well-organized and hard working, he works steadily towards identified goals. He can usually accomplish any task once he has set his mind to it.Descriptive History;;Lucas was not born into the pack. Quite the opposite actually, he was born into an enemy pack which was, at the time, in shambles. The pack was starving and disease was spreading so Lucas did what any sensible pup would. He left. He was ten at the time, his brothers being two. He took his two siblings and left the pack, he didn't care if they had to live in the wild he wanted to be rid of that pack. About a week or two, he can't recall, after he discovered a gate and the gate seemed to open by itself. He followed the path, carrying his brothers all the way, and soon came across the packs home. He wasn't trusted at first, but his brothers were cold and sick, after being assured he meant no harm to the pack he and his brothers were welcomed. And from there he worked his way to being the beta of the pack.
Family;;Mother-Lillian Vinicius (Unknown)//Father-Aaron Vinicius (Unknown)//Brothers-Noah and Soren Vinicius
Friends;;Open
Enemies;;OpenRelationship Status;;Single
Past Relationships;;N/APlaylist;;
Face Claim;;Brant Daugherty
Roleplay Sample;;His breath came in ragged gasps for air, each one stopping his cold lungs. He had to keep walking, he had no other choice but to keep walking. His legs were week, the snow felt...almost warm to him. He knew that he was delusional at this point but, a nap couldn't hurt right? No he was wrong, a nap would hurt, both himself and his infant brothers. He knew that within a few more days they would be dead and everything he had done up until this point would be for nothing. So he kept walking.
That's all he had been doing for days now. Walking, eating when he could, feeding his brothers, walking, and calling for help. At this point he knew there was no hope, his brothers were sick and he was weak. What could he do? At this point he was just prolonging the inevitable right? His mothers words echoed in his mind Find a better life Lucus, for you, and for your brothers, I know you can do it honey he was weak, he knew that. But the whimpering of his brothers gave him strength, he would find a better life, even if just for his brothers.
I need to sleep...I'm so tired...wait, what's that? He heard himself murmuring absently and his eyes caught sight of something. A gate. A gate? Why was that there? He neared the gate, brothers clutched tightly in his arms and it seemed to open, all by itself. Was this it? It had to be something, it couldn't be nothing. He entered the gate, hearing it shut behind him, and continued wearily toward the path. It seemed to twist and trunk in impossible ways that he himself couldn't make sense of. But he walked, and he walked.
He came across a cave, he wasn't sure why it was there but he felt the need to offer something, a gift of some sort. He didn't have much but he left but he offered a thank you to whoever was listening for letting him and his brothers survive this far. Not long after that he saw lights, his hopes raised, he had found somewhere he could be safe and his brothers could have a life. That's what he hoped at least. He ran, a sudden new power in his legs, his little brothers cried and he consoled them as he ran. Saying it would all be better soon, their suffering was over now. They could be free.
Plot Ideas;;None at the momentUsername;;FiestySpoon
Nicknames;;Fiest, Fiesty, Spoony
Activeness;;About 6/10
Muse;;Varying
Special Word;;I have reason to believe that purPle zebras enjoy bacon pancakes.
Other;;N/A#princessofhearts((c)) ★ Noah Henrik Venicius
Name Pronunciation;;No-ah Hen-rick Vin-i-Cee-us
Name Meaning;;Noah-rest, comfort//Henrik-ruler of the home
Alias;;N/A
Nicknames;;N/AAge;;19
Sex;;Male
Gender;;MaleRank;;Phi
Species;;LycanthropeSexuality;;Homosexual
Love Interest?;;OpenDescriptive Appearance;;While appearing younger than his twin brother he is the younger twin, most of the nutrients for growth being taken by Soren while still unborn, hence his younger appearance. Outwardly the male has very soft and think blonde hair that goes a little past his ears. His eyes are a dark forest green in color and in shape they're perfectly almond shaped. He stands at a rather short, if you ask him, 5'9" and has the normal build of a teenager, lanky in some aspects but he still has muscles, not many but they're there. His skin tone is more tan compared to Lucas but he's not Italian levels of tan, he's still quite pale when it comes to those standards.
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★ AURELIA ROSE DECLAIRE
Name Pronunciation;; Au-ree-ell-ah
Name Meaning;; Aurelia is a feminine given name from the Latin family name Aurelius, which was derived from aureus meaning "golden".
Alias;; N/A
Nicknames;; Friends call her Lia.Age;; 25
Sex;; Female
Gender;; FeminineRank;; Delta
Species;; LycanthropeSexuality;; Bisexual
Love Interest?;; Will developDescriptive Appearance;; Aurelia is a slim girl, weighing in at about 105 lbs. She is at average height, perhaps 5'4. What is remarkable about Lia is her appearance. Her face is rounded, giving her somewhat of a baby face, but her facial features are distinct and striking. Her cheekbones are high, giving her a rather noble or royal appearance. Her lips are full and her teeth are straight and white. Her nose is proportionate to her face; the same angled and narrow sort of look. Her irises are a shocking vivid blue color, framed by dark and thick lashes making her eyes appear bigger than they actually are. On top of her head sits waves of charcoal black locks that fall to about her midsection, usually in a braid or pulled out of her face. These raven locks contrast with the soft paleness of her skin. Lia is a curvy girl, despite being slender. In contrast, her wolf is somewhat smaller than average, making her body type optimal for agility -- perfect for the speed required for being a Delta. The same, though thicker charcoal black coats her pelt and her eyes still shock the other person with their vivid azure color.
Descriptive Personality;; This delta has unfaltering patience. She takes her time, and always does her job well. She is intelligent, curious, and persuasive at times. She is an amazing ally to have. She has a fairly high IQ, on the verge of being deemed a 'genius.' Surprisingly, this has not ostracized her from the social stratosphere. She has the ability to make friends wherever she goes, and never really has a problem with anyone. That is, if they keep themselves from harming her loved ones. In a second, if her trusted few are in danger, she will change from the easy going delta to someone you need to fear. Once angered, this she-wolf is unstoppable. However, very few manage that. Gentle and loving, she dotes on the people she adores completely. Very few things irritate her, but a few could be: liars, bullies, and senseless people. Once irritated, she can spout unabashed sarcasm and a short temper with anyone who comes into contact with her. Give her time to cool down, and she will most likely apologize later. Lia can be flirtatious, too, especially if she feels the other person feels the same. She has a good understanding of people. If embarrassed, she will certainly lash out at anyone and anything that is in her path. Lia has trouble holding a grudge, despite her insistence that she never forgets anything. If sad, she tends to bottle everything up until she explodes. She never has been very good at dealing with her emotions, so lots of times she choses simply to try and not feel anything.
Descriptive History;; Aurelia has never had an easy life. When she was a very small child, her parents died in a fire, sending her to bounce from one foster home to the next. She never got to know her parents, but she figures at least one of them was a lycanthrope just like her. On the eve of her 16th birthday her first shift happened. It was quite late for a werewolf, probably because it had been dormant for so long. She had never come into contact with another werewolf before. Which was why the first time was so traumatizing for her. She woke up in the middle of the forest, completely alone. But she had arrived at the Gate of Nestor. It opened for her, and she was mysteriously drawn into this strange winter wonderland. She found herself eventually at the sprawling pack house. Which, is where our story begins and the rest is history.
Family;; Lorelei Declaire, Alistair Declaire
Friends;; She's a very friendly person, so she will probably make some soon.
Enemies;; She doesn't really like werecats. Don't ask.Relationship Status;; Single
Past Relationships;; None that are really important.Playlist;; freak like me - NoMBe
therapy - khalid
girls/girls/boys - panic! at the disco
Face Claim;; Katie McGrath
Roleplay Sample;;Darkness was falling, and Aurelia was alone.
You could say that this was her fault -- really, it was -- but she couldn't help it. She was sick of living in that wretched group home (as she was getting too old to be placed with a foster family) and being tormented by the other children. She wasn't sure why they hated her so much. Or maybe, it was because she was an easy target. Lia had never been much of a fighter. The girls that lived there with her were the epitome of evil. Perhaps it was the fact that Aurelia was simply beautiful, and they were not.
Lia looked older than her sixteen years of age. Light blonde curls fell in loose ringlets down her back, with a pair of glittering green eyes to match. Her eyelashes were long and full, If you looked closely, you could pick out tiny flecks of gold in them. Her nose was small, her face was pale and slender. Her lips were plump and rosy pink, and her figure was relatively curvy.
Lia was sitting on her bed, leaning over to pull out a shoe box that she had hidden underneath her bed. Opening it up, she pulled out the items that she kept with her always. She was orphaned at the age of 7, when tragedy struck and her parents -- well, she doesn't like to talk about what happened. She's spent her whole life bouncing where ever the government decided to take her. She's never really had friends, or anyone to talk to. There were a million children with a story just like hers.
"What's in the box, Lia?"
An unfriendly voice stirred her from her memories as two girls peered over her shoulders. They were friends, or as friendly as those kinds of girls could be.
"N-Nothing." Aurelia stammered, and hurriedly attempted to shove the lid back on. But they were stronger. Madi ripped the lid off, like it was something to eat.
They shrieked in glee, Aurelia jumping to her feet as if she was going to muster the courage to finally stand up for herself. Inside was a small book, a necklace, and one very tiny pink shoe.
"What is this junk, Li-aaaa? Keeping this crap with this necklace? You must be crazy." Madi giggled furiously, malice glinting in her beady eyes. "How do I look, Emily?" She taunted Lia, pulling the glittering necklace out of the box and wrapping it around her neck. Lia could feel the heat rising in her face, the tears boiling behind her eyes. "Please...That's all I have--" Her hands closed into fists by her sides.
"Oh, Little Lia. Too bad Mommy and Daddy aren't here to save you. I wonder if they even died? Maybe they just didn't want you." Cruel, cruel words. They cut through her chest like ice. They were stupid, Lia knew it was stupid, but it still didn't stop the ragged tears from trickling down. Emily picked out the small book and chortled, looking directly at Lia before ripping the pages out, letting them fall to the ground. Aurelia let out a gasp and rushed forward, reaching out to grab the necklace in her tormented fury. This sudden movement, this sudden anger, frightened Madi, making her trip and release the necklace.
Lia caught it and turned around, hearing Madi beginning to scream. They were angry, and Lia wasn't going to stick around and get hurt. Not anymore.
Behind the grouphome was an expansive forest, full of mysteries.And that is how she got here. Sitting in the darkness, her jeans cut up and her knee bleeding. Tears muddled her vibrant green eyes, as she sat on the ground and wept, clutching the last thing that her mother gave her. It was truly a beautiful necklace, and it was somewhat dirty from the tumble that she had taken. She had run far into the forest, far from what she knew. Lia sniffled quietly.
Oh, now what am I to do?
Little did she know that everything was about to change.
Plot Ideas;; uh..i'll get back to you on that lolUsername;; hush.
Nicknames;; hush, hushy
Activeness;; 7-8
Muse;; 7-8
Special Word;; I think purPle zebras probably enjoy bacon pancakes.
Other;; I will be adding a male to this post too c:#princessofhearts((c))
★ DECLAN MASSEY HARP
Name Pronunciation;; Deh-clan
Name Meaning;; A traditional Irish name meaning "man of prayer" or "full of goodness."
Alias;; N/A
Nicknames;; DecAge;; 26
Sex;; Male
Gender;; MasculineRank;; Zeta
Species;; LycanthropeSexuality;; Pansexual
Love Interest?;; OpenDescriptive Appearance;; Declan is a very tall individual, standing at roughly 6'4. He is well built, and most of his weight is muscle. He is fairly lean, though toned through well balanced workouts. He is not skinny as his body type leans more toward muscle. His facial structure is extremely angular and his cheekbones are high as well as sharp. He has bright golden-green eyes and atop his head he has shortish snow white locks. He is definitely extremely handsome, in an ethereal sort of way. His movements always seem full of purpose, as if he knew his feet would fall in a certain way. His wolf is very large and brawny, similar to his human form. His fur matches his hair, the natural snowy white hue mingled with a bit of a sandy color. His irises glitter with the same green with hidden golden flecks.
Descriptive Personality;; Declan could be described in one word -- secretive. He likes keeping to himself, but he wouldn't consider himself anti-social. He just tends to shy away from divulging too much personal information. On the other hand, you could probably call him an ambivert. He enjoys socializing with people, spending most of his time making friends and flirting. When he's said, you could probably could tell. Declan, if upset, tends to withdraw into his personal shell unless someone attempts to coax him out. He's usually quite the gentle soul, unless of course you make him angry. Which isn't very hard to do -- he has somewhat of a temper. He dislikes being pushed around or made to look like a fool. When he becomes angry, he tends to confront the source of his anger or it will continue to grow like a disease. Declan also has a record of flirtatiousness, mostly due to his extraordinarily handsome appearance and charismatic attitude. He is very persistent if presented with something he desires. Many people find it hard to refuse him, as he knows how to persuade people exceedingly well. He has a strong mind for strategy and battle.
Descriptive History;; Declan was born in Ireland, and lived there for most of his life. He had a relatively normal childhood, and his parents were fairly normal. Sometimes his father acted a little strange at night. When he turned 18, he moved to Canada for affordable college. You could imagine his surprise when one night he woke up in the middle of a frozen forest, at the front of a massive gate. He stood there, freezing, and after what seemed like hours the gate creaked open. He found himself stumbling down the icy path, finally wandering to the pack house. After that, he settled in just fine with the pack and never looked back.
Family;; Crawley Harp, Ellen Harp
Friends;; Lots of people.
Enemies;; Anyone who messes with the pack.Relationship Status;; Single
Past Relationships;; Some long term relationships, many flings.Playlist;; the riddle of the model - sing street soundtrack
the cure - lady gaga
idle town - conan gray
Face Claim;; Lucky Blue Smith
Roleplay Sample;; In my other form!
Plot Ideas;; n/aUsername;; hush.
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Special Word;; In my first form c:
Other;; He has a rather thick Irish accent.#princessofhearts((c)) both finished!
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★ SLOAN MARCELLA VITALE
Name Pronunciation;; S-lo-ne Mar-sel-la V-it-tall-e
Name Meaning;;
Warrior
Strong
Vital
Alias;; N/a
Nicknames;; Mostly goes by SloanAge;; 19
Sex;; Female
Gender;; FemaleRank;; Pi
Species;; LycanSexuality;; Bisexual
Love Interest?;; Open for plotDescriptive Appearance;; Sloan has a very narrow face with dark brown with a prominent green rings around iris and almond eyes that turn slightly upward. Her skin is a silky caramel color that she inherited from her mixed racial background. Her hair is a rich chocolate brown with a mixture of loose and tight curls that look coarse but are actually silky scattered throughout her quiet volumized mane. Her body is thin and athletic with distinctive curves and she standing a bit shorter than average at 5'4. Her wolf forms build doesn't really differ from her human form other than the fact that her shoulder muscles are more pronounced. Her fur is black with patches of brown which makes her look more scruffy than she is. Her wolf eyes are a bright and entrapping yellow that come off as soft and inviting.
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Enemies;;Relationship Status;; Single
Past Relationships;;Playlist;;
Face Claim;; Ashley Moore
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Plot Ideas;;Username;; TalyaTru
Nicknames;; Talya
Activeness;; 6-10
Muse;; 8-10
Special Word;; Bacon Pancakes and PurPle ZebraS
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★ Solstice Aylin Tabors
Name Pronunciation;; Sol-stis
Name Meaning;;when the sun appears to stand
Alias;; N/A
Nicknames;; Sail or SoulAge;; 24
Sex;; Female
Gender;;Rank;;Upsilon for now
Species;; WerewolfSexuality;;Straight (Men)
Love Interest?;; None at the momentDescriptive Appearance;; Solstice stands at 5'5 evenly, neither making her too short or overly tall. She likes to say that she is fit, but never goes to the gym because she isn't that type of person, she is just naturally fit, weighing around 125 pounds. Her skin is a light neutral shade that blends well with her silver like hair that is short, sitting right at her shoulders. Her hair has a natural wave to it, adding volume and weight to her hair. Her face is oval with a sculpted edge to her jaw and chin with smaller sleek cheeks. She has hazel like gray eyes that sit well against her overall complexion.
Her body is sleek with gentle curves which show while a wolf. As a wolf, she is larger than one would think, but again, she is fit and muscular even as a wolf. She is a bright grey wolf that has shading of black throughout her whole coat. Her ears and nose are mainly the only black on her face while the rest is primarily a dirty white or grey. Her body has black scattered throughout, no particular rhyme or reason for it's location. At times, this coat could look very dirty depending on the environment and the direction of the sun and its shadows. Other times, however, her coat is thick and fluffy, the shades of black, grey, and white colliding together for a pristine look that isn't found often. She also has vibrant yellow eyes, that seem to stand out against her coat colors, given them a nice golden hue, finishing off her delicate but strongly feminine looks.
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Enemies;;Relationship Status;; Single
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I don't know which positions are left, and I also have a few logistic questions, but I'll make the forms first:
★ RHYS TAYLOR BOUDREAUX
Name Pronunciation;; Reese
Name Meaning;; "Enthusiasm"
Alias;; Ryan Borden
Nicknames;; NoneAge;; 29
Sex;; Male
Gender;; MaleRank;; (I don't know what's gone so in the order I'd like) Beta -> Episilon -> Kappa -> Nu
Species;; LycanthropeSexuality;; Gay
Love Interest?;; n/aDescriptive Appearance;;
With a fairly average build and features, Rhys spent a good deal of his life cultivating his appearance so that he might stand out from the rest. He's gone through several phases(prep, rock star, high-key hipster, low-key hipster), but after taking in Gillian settled somewhere in the Mature-Bussiness/class pocket of the style continuum. He was blessed with a head of full brunette hair that he trims medium length and tends to keep product'd back. His eyes are a striking blue eyes in his human form and when he touches up his face, he's always sure to keep it clean shaven. He stands at 6'2" weighs about 220, and actively keeps up with his health and physique. Rhys' closet is filled with pressed shirts, slacks and jackets, but he also has an assortment of jeans, vintage and comfort t's, and hooded jackets tucked away in his drawers. In order to be someone who could be looked up to, as well as to have the air of someone who's got his sh*t together, Rhys takes great pains in his appareance, though after years of doing so it's less 'pain' and more habit.
As a wolf, Rhys' carefully cultivated build translates nicely. He is a strong brute of around 3 1/2 feet at the top of his head. He has broad shoulders, thick fur, and piercing gold eyes. His ears are more round than pointed and his body has just a bit more bulk than length. His fur is a base color of an ashy grey tinged a similar kind of brown, however, he also has a black snout and cape that may stick out among open snow, but blend perfectly into icy forest shadows. His nose and pawpads are all jet black, as are his claws, and his fangs are, having also been translated from his human form, a near perfect ivory white, strong, and sharp.Descriptive Personality;;
Reserved for the most part when around others or preforming his job, those who looked at Rhys would probably use either the words 'professional', 'even-tempered', or 'controlled' at some point in their description of him. In fact, from a 3rd person omniscient point of view, this wolf man would best be described as a duck. Why? Of course because while his calm countenance above the water seems graceful and even, his legs are kicking with, well, with all 'Enthusiasm' under the surface. Looking as mature as he does is no mistake, it is a daily effort and a constant conscious awareness. It is this work ethic that has led him to everything he's gotten today. However he was not always this way. He's learned from his mistakes, which is why he sticks to this M.O. as strictly as he does.
With others Rhys likes to be personable and kind, while also trying to maintain a sense of humor(*subject to opinion) and generally likes to be of some help. He will, though, not insert himself into other people's problems unless he is expressly asked to as he feels that usually that falls into someone else job description and not only does he not wish to step on toes, but he'd rather not take on unnecessary responsibility. Finding the line between not taking on problems that aren't his and still being dependable might be one of his top three strong suits actually. He is respectful of everyone, though he is not naive or overly kind, he believes in the pack and his alphas, and he works hard for those he is tied to.
Lastly, with Gillian his personality is very different. When they are around others he often tries to avoid her because when he is near her, interacting(or trying to) he becomes what some might view as submissive and deferent. In fact he loves her very much, possibly more than everyone else, and wishes desperately that their relationship could go back to the way it was at first or just improve from where it is now. He's still trying, but he's learned to back off the energy with which he does so.Descriptive History;;
Born to Farrah Louise and Gareth Jacob, Rhys came into the world a pureblooded lycanthrope to loving parents. His father taught him how to be a wolf while his mother taught him how to fit in as a child. He did normal human things, learning to ride a bike, having friends over for sleep overs, sneaking into movies he was too young for, joining regional league teams, and enjoyed his youth, up till he was 12. Already he had begun dealing with the fact that unlike his father had envisioned him many times in the past, he was not attracted to females but males, solely. He had been given no clues that this would upset the man, but a general and lingering sense go guilt and apprehension hung on him. On top; of this, his mother found out he had been siphoning money out of their comfortable funds to nowhere they knew. At first she asked coyly, slipping probing questions in here and there, though Rhys knew what she was doing. Later it became more direct. Finally, when he was supposed to be asleep trout, it became shouting matches.
His father, loving husband and all around family man had had an affair. There had been a woman he'd met a little over a year before he'd begun taking the money. Rhys remembered being called by his parents to a family meeting where his father began to cry as he described how he'd fought temptation for months prior, thinking of Farrah and Rhys until he got emotional and caught up and 'slipped' into infidelity. There was more to the story, more explaining and begging for understanding, but Rhys was too mad to listen to a man who'd betrayed him and his mother- until he came to the part about the money. She'd become pregnant. Neither of them meant of it, she had even insisted he wear protection, but it had happened anyway. She told him she would love it if he would come around sometimes and show his facto the child, but she knew he had a family already and told him they would manage either way. He began sending monthly payments, the same amount as legally ordered child-support in an effort to ease the guilt of abandoning them.
There was a prompt and civil divorce. His mother still loved him, not the same way mind you, but she had always been someone with a strong sense of pride. Gareth was allowed to come by only on Christmas and Rhys' Birthday and could take Rhys one weekend each month. Rhys would see him for 14 months after that before he dropped off the map. This is when Rhys really began to think about what it meant to have your life together- to be an adult. For a while he wanted to help his mother- but there wasn't much a 13 or 14 year old boy could really do. Feeling helpless and useless he figured it was in the genes- he'd be a disappointment like his dad, so why should he try? He had a few flings and broke a few hearts. It hurt him to see that he'd made others cry and he knew he wasn't cut out for it. What were his options then? Why was his life so stressful? He used to live so easily... It was her. Some woman he only knew as Mimi from the New Orleans case. Her and her baby. Rhys mulled over this for months, unable to get the thought out of his head. How could she? She knew Gareth had a family. What kind of person was she? What had she looked like to seduce his father? What was she doing now that the damage was done? What was that baby like? That baby was his sister... His sister.
Without giving himself time to think himself out of it, Rhys went and caught a bus not even an hour away to New Orleans. He went to the court house and inquired after 'Ms.Mimi' claiming he had news from the offices of "Martin, Dale & Associates" where his father used to work about a case. It was surprisingly easy to find her, almost anti climactically. She lived in the Quarter and she no longer worked for the law office. She had had to quit being a legal aid, up-and-coming, and take some other job or jobs as a waitress or some such. She couldn't handle the hours anymore, he learned. They gave him her info anyway, (he'd brought a letter specifically addressed to her as proof and they thought he needed to deliver it) and he went to see her. When he got to her home, he found a 4 year old little girl smiling as she answered the door while some woman called out and asked who it was. When he said he needed to give something to Mimi personally, he was reluctantly allowed to hang around outside. The view of the little girl, seeing her face, recognizing traits of his father and new ones, seeing a smile given to him unbidden, looking at how cute she was... He couldn't be mad. In fact, he wondered if he was right coming here. The little girl came out and introduced himself. Her name was Gillian and she wanted to play with him and the other kids. For a couple of hours, he played hopscotch, jump rope, drew with chalk, and hide and seek- a 16 year old running around with a bunch of little kids. He really liked it. He asked her to give her mother the mail, entrusting it to her, and told her he'd come back some time to play. She seemed delighted.
For the almost 2 years, whenever he got the chance, he came around and played with Gillian. Sometimes he brought her gifts, sometimes he'd pay for something to eat, sometimes he was even allowed to take her somewhere, like a public pool or a playground. It was clear she loved him back and now he wondered if he ought to show her what he could do, how he could change. Could she do it too? She did have their father's blood. One visit though, Mimi saw him. A bit over 18, he was beginning to look just like his father, and she could tell who he was. She shooed him away angrily, ordering that he never return. She looked a lot older than he had been told she would end up being by now, frazzled, stressed, tired and agitated, dressed in some demeaning fast food jokey dress that exposed more of her than it was clear she wanted to. Now he felt ashamed of himself. He didn't know why exactly, but he left and he really didn't come back.
He grew into a man, maturing through willpower alone. He saw what the world was like and he wanted for sure to be ready for it. He wanted to be someone nothing like his father. He wanted to be someone Gillian could look up to if she ever came looking for him. She wouldn't have too. News came to him, as he had cultivated contacts in a 2 year span, that Mimi had been hospitalized after a heart attack. By the time he could give a response- now wrapped up in his own life- she had already passed. He knew Gillian would only be 13 and now alone. Indeed when he inquired, she had been put into foster care and then a group home. She stayed there for a while each time he checked. No matter how cute or how sweet or how charming, no one wanted a teenager. What would be the mature thing to do? He sure as h*ll didn't know, but he told his mother what he would do and she said if he did, he wouldn't be allowed to come back to her for anything. Her pride had eventually soured into bitterness on the subject, and Rhys was growing into more and more of his father's image. Still, he was her son. She told him of a place he could go, maybe take her too if she could go. Up in the frigid lands near Alaska and Canada. He said he'd think about it. He left.
Being able to prove that they were related made the adoption process quite easy. He went to get her, and at first she seemed confused. It quickly turned to relive, though she also seemed apprehensive. Not only that, but she refused to leave the home with him. It seemed she had come into having a little brother while they were apart. She wasn't leaving the 5 year old boy behind. With a few changes, Rhys was allowed to take him too.
It became clear very quickly why her mother had died of a heart attack. There was of course the stresses of raising a 4 year old little boy who seemed to have little parental guidance in his life, but there was also Gillian who had the wolfblood and not only did she have no idea how to control herself, but she was angry about it, ashamed of it, scared of herself, and resentful of her problem. They moved 3 times in 4 months after incidents with neighbors or kids in other schools. She cried almost every night. He wanted to teach her but she wouldn't listen- there was a broken trust between them and one not easily repaired. Losing all hope, he remembered his mothers advice. He bought Gillian and her brother coats and long johns and headed into the unknown.
When they reached the gates, it would not let them in. They waited for a while, renting rooms and coming back every day, but it never opened. Hoping he could find someone, he went alone once. The gates opened for him. Quickly, he grabbed the kids and brought them. It stayed closed. While he was walking away with the young boy in his arms- tired of all the walking in the snow and whining- the gates creaked behind him for Gillian who'd hung back. He rushed to get in, but they slammed shut. It was clear. Why? They would come to find out it was her brother. He could not enter.
Rhys formed a plan. He would go in, be gone 2 hours tops, and ask the people inside to allow him access under the circumstances. He left, but he was lost on the path for almost 16 whole hours. Suddenly, though, he found his way out. No time to see anyone inside though, he rushed back to the gate to make sure the kids had returned. They had tried. They got lost. Gillian tried to keep her brother warm, but she couldn't control her transformation to wrap him in her fur. When he found them, the boy was laid on his back with his scarf covering his face and she sat next to him, huddled into her knees, shaking with rage and cold, tears frozen into shiny paths down her cheeks.
They got in after that, and though in the years since, after all of his effort, she isn't as hateful of him as she was, he has not made it back into her heart.(SHEE-*t That's long!)
Family;;
Mother: Farrah Boudreaux - 57 - Lycanthrope Pureblood
Father: Gareth Boudreaux - 61 - Lycanthrope Pureblood
Half Sister(younger): Gillian Boudreaux - 18 - Lycanthrope mixed-bloodFriends;; Gillian, TBD
Enemies;; Gillian, TBDRelationship Status;; Single
Past Relationships;; 3. 1 serious.Playlist;;
He's got kind of a mellow or soulful vibe when put to music
Face Claim;; Matt Bomer
Roleplay Sample;;
Standing at his window, staring at the crescent in the sky hidden behind intermittent clouds, Rhys fought to keep his eyes open. The chill off the pane of glass had helped him earlier tonight, but as his face and his body became more accustomed to it while at the same time more tired still, it began to lose it's effect. Thinking quickly against not doing so, he unclasped the swinging feature and thrust the transparent door outward. Immediately he was ovecome by what, in any other part of the world, would be a gentle, pleasant breeze. Not here. Not in Acron land. No, he was accosted by the cold like the slap of someone playing hard to get, he braced for it, but he was not upset. It did what it needed to do and invigorated him. He'd get at least 20 good minutes of focus out of this so long as he didn't stay too long. Supposing he did, when he closed it and went to his desk again, his body would be slowly warming up which would only exacerbate the situation. As he looked up unseparated from the sky, he figured he had a couple more seconds though.It had been his mother's birthday today. She was still alive- that's about all he knew. She had stopped accepting his calls around 3 years ago, but as long as he sent a card and a letter they would be returned to him, opened and then sent back. Maybe she didn't, but he decided that it meant she read them, and even if she didn't that she cared enough about him to pretend she had. He accepted that she couldn't have any reminders of him and that's why she never kept his well-wishes, but as he looked up at the moon and some of the stars, he wondered if she stared at them too, feeling the same things he felt, missing him as he missed her come this time of year.
Still, he dared not even think to visit. To go back was against her wishes, and there was no way he could bring Gillian, yet there was no way he'd leave her. He couldn't abandon her again especially for someone who had already forsaken him. No, the fact that today was his mother's birthday meant that they were 53 days away from Gillian's mother's death. She would not let him console her that day, but he watched over her carefully anyway to make sure nothing drastic came to pass. Though his last day had been months from now, Rhys also knew Gillian's thoughts were filled with Keelan too. He would take a walk that day, going to the place he had lain and he would melt the snow, sitting there, without moving any of it until the spot where the dormant grass and ground was visible was about his size. He'd leave, so that she could visit too, and eventually they would see each other again. It should have been such a happy occasion today, but... these days, the happiest days he had were the ones not marked by an event in his family.
Plot Ideas;;
*Ghosts haunting stuff
*Witches want to control wolf companion/slave army
*Forest spirits' quinticentennial(500 year) riseUsername;; Drizzlepelt
Nicknames;; Noodles
Activeness;; 5-7 days
Muse;; 6-9
Special Word;; Are we using both or were we supposed to replace bacon pancakes with PurPle ZebraS?
Other;; btw, are the Omegas also therapists like it was said in the pack rules or are they actually the lowest/punishment rank like in the rank descriptions?#princessofhearts((c))
★ GILLIAN MARIE BOUDREAUX
Name Pronunciation;; Jillian
Name Meaning;; "Youthful"
Alias;; None
Nicknames;; Gill, GillyAge;; 18
Sex;; Female
Gender;; FemaleRank;; (Once again I don't know what's taken, nor at what point a lycanthrope is considered an adult/given a job so) Upsilon -> Eta -> Xi -> Psi
Species;; LycanthropeSexuality;; Bisexual
Love Interest?;; n/aDescriptive Appearance;;
Gillian is a bi-racial human with light skin tones and curly brown hair. She stands at a demure 5'3", weighs a dainty (but healthy) 110 lbs, and with large eyes and a button nose, she is easily mistaken for a child at least 3 years younger than herself, sometimes more depending on how she acts, what make up she does, and what she wears. She is hoping she'll still hit a growth spurt at some point. As for how she dresses, it toggles usually between a sort of modern urban grunge look, especially when she has a job to do or has to be outside for long periods of time, to a sort of fashionista "shimmer-and-shine" style that she gets mostly off the internet when trying to find out what her human contemproraries are up to while also picking something she likes. While those are her main styles, she also sometimes will just while away her time in pajama or a hoodie and sweats while others she will be called upon to wear a blouse and a blazer or something more... well, Rhys. Mostly though, she sticks to the grunge or the fashionista.
In her wolf form, Gill is a creamy brown fae of diminutive size and very, very lean build. She grows out and puffs up her fur(much like she does with her hair) and this creates the effect of a larger animal. When she's been wet down or given a haircut, she almost looks like she's still an adolescent. Her underbelly, chin, and paws are all a downy soft cream colored fur. Meanwhile on top she's managed to make her brown fur a bit more bristly by shaving it a couple of times- she may have looked stupid with most of her back fur either much shorter than the rest of her or downright missing, but she acheived the feel she wanted. She has gold eyes, like her half-brother, but hers are much lighter and softer. Her nose, pawpads, and claws are black, and her teeth are strong and healthy, though not as sparkly as Rhys'.Descriptive Personality;;
Gillian may be considered an adult in most sense of the word, but she's still working a lot of things out that the teenage years are for. To strangers she is wary, but curious- meeting new people is a bit exciting for her. Toward aquaintences she is casual and fairly quiet- if she knows you but isn't in any kind of personal interest with you, she'll be polite, but she won't have much to give. To those she feels closer, she is happy, helpful, humorous, and attentive. Thus far, though she's been here a bit over 5 years, she has not found that there is anyone she loves- in any sense of the word, so that side of her personality hasn't shown itself. Toward, Rhys though, she is prickly, dismissive, sarcastic, and impatient. Just making eye contact with him will sour her mood. At this point, though, she while she promised she would hate him for the rest of her life, she struggles to keep such a livid emotion burning toward him, when she feels ashamed that it's probably flamed down to just some simmering bitterness. Still, as her personality traits on their own include loyalty, a strong sense of duty, and a rather high functioning array of morals and morality, she is not so childish as to treat him cruelly or abusiely, though she feels he'd probably allow it. On that same thread, she is fairly devoted to her job. She recognizes that everyone has a role to play to keep the pack running, and though she has other interests and other desires, she knows what it means to put herself aside and get down to work. She likes children/pups, though she doesn't want to be in charge of them at all, and she enjoys the thought of going out and making new friends. She has many people on the internet she would call 'friend' though she's never actually met any of them.Descriptive History;; I'm going to try and be more succinct than I was with Rhys
A child of the summer season, Gillian was born in the Louisiana heat in a free clinic as part of an emergency seeing as she was two weeks early. Still, she was healthy, and though her mother, Mimi Garber, had been apprehensive about the child, she was happy about the birth as soon as she held the girl in her arms. It had been discussed with the father, who had gone running back to his own family after the affair had born fruit, that she would take his last name- Gareth told Mimi he was not ashamed of her and when the time came, if anything should happen to him, she would be included in his will. She would not grow up with a mystery about a non-existant father. She was also given a picture to show the baby so that when he came to visit- he could not stay and marry her or even live with her, for he felt he'd already betrayed his 'real' family too much- she would recgnize him. In fact, the first three times he showed up, he got his hair cut exactly the same and put on the exact same outfit as he had in the photo. He only got to see the child once out of those three times.
Only one month passed after the birth peacefully. From then on, life would be an endless cycle of stress for Mimi and a long list of moments of shame for Gillian.
Mimi was still trying to hold onto her job as a legal aid. She'd finally managed to graduate from a community college after 6 years of taking what she could handle because her credit score had been obliterated thanks to her sister who stole her identity to pay for the lavish life and her then boyfriend. She worked hard to become a lawyer with a dream of running her own firm that would give top grade legal assistance to people who couldn't pay top grade prices (as well as some who could) and to be a champion to the lower class. Having a child changed things, but she told herself she could do it- other people did, and she was no worse off than them. That's when she came to realize Gillian was no normal child. Luckily, the first babysitter/nanny didn't see the transformation, but when she went to make a bottle and left the child in her swing, she returned to find the girl not only out of her swing somehow but having torn through part of a couch and eaten part of the stuffing. The claw and toothmarks suggested canine and the woman was freaked out enough to leave. Needing someone to fill the gap until another sitter could be found, Mimi entrusted Gillian to her mother, Lola. Lola saw the baby change. She called Mimi out of work citing not only an emergency but that she was going to take the child to the police and give her to them if Mimi did not come right then. Mimi, of course, raced home and found that in her apartments small living room was a wolf pup, whining and crying in a corner where Lola had cornered her with a broom and part of the now broken coffee table. The crying only stopped when Mimi walked in and the pup tried to get to her, tripping over part of the table and turning back into a baby.
Lola spat at her daughter and the baby. A beast. A demon. Mimi had laid with Satan and produced this unholy wretch. She should be taken out and drowned before she brought a curse and ill will to the family. They should loose her into the wild where things like that belonged. The child itself could be an incarnation of the devil himself, and there should be no association with it. Mimi listened to her mother yell at her in hysterics for nearly an hour making he child, swaddled in her favorite blanket, unconsolable. The stress of work, the shock of what she'd seen, and he mother's words about her child left Mimi all but catatonic. At some point Lola left and Gillian fell asleep, but he next time Mimi knew what she was doing, she was outside, no shoes, looking a mess, walking into the more deserted parts of the city with Gillian in her arms. Quickly, and ashamed of having lost track of herself, she snuck home and cried.
There was no way she could hire another sitter, but then her family was also no an option. Mimi began missing work, and just before she was fired, she quit her job as a Legal aid and took a new one as temp waitress for events which paid better than being a regular waitress and had a lot of time between jobs. It was then that she confronted Gareth.
He apologized profusely for not telling her sooner, but it didn't matter, she was in a rage the more he talked. He wanted to see the child's other form, and thinking he might be able to do something about it, she allowed him to hang around with Gillian for a while. She never knew when a change would come so he ended up playing happily with the baby girl for hours before she changed forms. He seemed elated when he saw her. He called he beautiful and praised her soft fur. He scratched her and nuzzled her, rubbed her ears and got on he floor to play with her. The shock of seeing the baby change was but a dull flash now, but when she did usually all she did was whine or chew on things. The little canine jumped and barked, yipped and hopped and seemed so happy. Mimi felt ashamed of herself for a moment, she had not treated he child like a child 100%. But then Gareth changed too, right in the little living room. A giant wolf that, if it stood on its hind legs, would surely overtake he in height. His fangs were long and his eyes fierce and dark gold. He was dark brown, strong, with paws that might be the size of her face she though and there was no space for her to get away. Gillian happily sniffed at this new wolf's muzzle, licking at him and rubbing herself against his leg, but Mimi, once she'd gathered enough breath, shrieked and fell back, startling both the others. She threw books, magazines, shoes, photos in frames, anything she could grab and in but a moment of reaction and instinct, Gareth snarled at her, protecting his pup who things fell toward unintentionally. He realized his mistake all too late and quickly reverted back and was slapped, kicked, punched and shouted at until he left and was told to never ever come back. He never did.
As Gillian grew, so too did the troubles. As any two year old would be, she was trouble in he human form. Breaking things, climbing in or out of things, hiding things, making messes- the usual set of baby issues. As a pup, she destroyed everything and had 'accidents' everywhere. Gillian could not be left alone as long as she needed to be, so Mimi had to find different jobs with shorter shifts. She had found a baby sitter- a woman who ran a fortune telling business, through craigslist. The woman claimed to have known people like this before and had no qualms about the changing child but she charged an exorbitant fee, knowing Mimi was desperate. She made sure Gillian did not end up dead, malnourished, or injured but otherwise did little else for or with the child. The more jobs Mimi took to support herself and the child, the less time she spent with her. For years, she only saw Gillian between jobs at night for 6 hours while she slept and would otherwise sleep in her car. Gillian grew up loving her mother but also incredibly upset with her all the time. Why did she not spend more time with her? Why didn't she take her to the park? Why didn't she tell her stories or sing her songs or hug her more than once a day? Why did she have to remind her to say 'I Love you'? But when her mother came home, tired and wanting something to drink first, she'd be there with a glass of water and open arms. Whitney, as Gillian was allowed to call her instead of, Lady Emeralda, was never much fun, but she did let Gillian out sometimes. Gillian didn't know when she would change, but she could usually feel it coming. Whitney said if she could keep other people from seeing, she could go out and play with the kids downstairs on the street when she was four. It was around that time the Gill met Rhys. She'd never seen him before, but he came right up to the door. No one ever came to visit. He had this scent on him, this familiar scent that pleased her and soothed her and that she wanted to stay near. She was allowed to play with him, and it was the beginning of the best years of her life.
She was sent to school, and took frequent bathroom breaks or snuck out in order to keep her change from being seen. This got her sent to the principal's office a couple of times and Mimi got called at work a lot. But it was okay, as long as Rhys kept coming around, bringing her candy, reading her books, taking her up on his shoulders, giving her quarters for arcades, letting her swim in the pool with him. He became her favorite thing in life. Thinking days like that would never change was her mistake. Her mother, having been fired for skipping out too many times to go see about Gillian, arrived home early one day and flew into hysterics when she saw Rhys. She shouted at him until he left and ordered him to stay away. This was the beginning of the strain on Gill's and Mimi's relationship. Somewhere, Gillian still wished her mother would pay attention to her- take a day off to spend with her- just sit down and talk with her, but now she didn't meet her at the door. She gave a greeting, but not a smile. She didn't speak to her unless she had to. The distance left Mimi open and at some point she found a new boyfriend. The man wasn't really any harm, but Gillian could see how shallow he was. She didn't think he'd last very long. Sometimes he'd bring her candy when he felt like he needed to win he over, and she took it but threw it in the trash when she was out of sight. She just wanted him to be gone, like the others before him had gone. Mimi got pregnant again and she got her wish.
Keelan Thomas was born nine months later, and Gillian leaned to love again. This little baby didn't care what she was or what happened in he life. Mimi wasn't around enough to keep he away from him when she changed, so he came to love having her in he furry form too. Seeing as Whitney was even more hands-off now that Gillian could basically do for herself, Gillian also came to be mostly in charge of Keelan too. He was a happy child for the most part, if not a whiner and impossibly lazy, but Gillian loved all that about him. She was the one holding out her arms for his first steps, she was the one tickling him and repeating after him the first time he said, "No", and she was the one who kissed him to sleep every night. It was him that made her life more livable when all she did with Mimi was fight. They fought about everything from where she'd gone when Mimi noticed Gill was going out, to her grades, to her chores, to her changes, to what she did with Keelan while Mimi was away. Gill got in trouble more now that she was in trouble all the time anyway, and did nothing to hide it. Mimi was obviously getting more and more fed up. One day, after several successive shifts in a month where she covered for two people, and Keelan had broken a window by accident, Mimi was yelling at Gillian for something no one remembers and she suddenly grabbed her chest, seeming like she was choking and collapsed.
By the time the ambulance arrived she was in critical condition and she was pronounced 12 hours later. Whitney made herself scarce quickly. She had warrants out for he arrest for fraud and purgery as well as one for assault, and while Mimi wasn't aware, Gillian knew that's why she disappeared. But now the kids were alone. Having been told never ever to go to her family for anything before, Gillian thought now might be a time to try. Her grandmother didn't know who she was, but with one terrifyingly chilling "You're still alive...?" from the other end of the phone, Gillian quickly hung up and realized they'd be no help. She was placed in foster care with her little brother with 4 other kids and a fairly nice couple for about a week that is blurry in her memory before she and Keelan were transferred to a group home where they stayed for 2 months before Rhys came.
Rhys was back! There ha been hope long ago that he'd sneak in to see her at some point, but of course that hadn't happened. He'd left. The way her life and her attitude was now, though, she could not trust him like she had before. Who was he? She was glad he kept up with her life to know she was in trouble, but he only wanted her, not Keelan. She wasn't leaving the three year old behind. Rhys agreed to take him too, but she was told why- Keelan was not his relative- she was. Why hadn't he said anything before? She asked if he changed. He said yes. She wasn't alone, but he made her think she was. He tried to teach her about it now, but again, because of her new obstinate personality which had very well solidified by now, she couldn't accept his help and put a wall between him. Unlike her mother, he tried to break it down.
She was still a handful though, and she knew it was because of her that they kept having to move. Now that she knew she wasn't alone, she wasn't as shy about changing in front of others. Maybe someone else was like her and they'd see and they could meet. She'd never know, they were always gone the next day. He said it wasn't punishment, but Rhys moved them to Alaska- the middle of nowhere in the worst kind of cold. For someone from Louisiana, the kind of cold found up there was simply despicable at first. Everything looked the same- white and grey, and no one was ever outside for very long. But they were going somewhere where everyone was like her, like him. She'd be able to meet others. At first it didn't work, but they kept trying. One day finally, they saw the gate that stopped them every other time open. She raced to get in, but Rhys wasn't going to make it, so she held back. He tried after her while she and Keelan went back and it opened. It was Keelan. Keelan was what was stopping them. She figured they'd just go back and find a place in town to live, but Rhys said he'd go and get them to let Keelan in. The people inside would have to after they heard the circumstances. He'd only be gone a little while, and then he'd come back for them. If they said no, he'd just take them somewhere else.
He didn't come back in a little while. After an hour, Keelan wanted to go home. Gillian said they had to wait for Rhys, surely after so long he'd be back any second. Thirty minutes later Keelan was hungry. She gave him the granola bar she'd stashed for just such an occasion. He fell asleep for a little while, almost two hours, but when he woke up he cried. He was cold. It was taking Rhys too long, maybe they could go in after him. She tried several times to trick the fence into letting both of them, but all she did was waste time. Finally, thouh she didn't want to, she decided to walk him back to their motel room in town. She could never get her bearings here, but she had to try, Keelan was crying again. She walked with him until he said his feet hurt and the snow was too deep. This was where Rhys always carried him. She found him heavy and herself sinking more which made the going rougher. He kept complaing about how cold he was and she kept finding heself doubling back on her tracks. She'd glance at the fence whenever she rounded back to where they'd started and found no sign of Rhys. Eventually Keelan stopped crying and he'd just sniff every so often. Trying not to cross her path, everytime she saw their tracks she would turn the opposite way, hoping to narrow down the right path by process of elimination. She just got more lost. Soon, she couldn't hear Keelan sniffing anymore.
It had been 45 minutes and not one little sniffle. She called his name and bounced him. Was he asleep. She leaned him away but she couldn't see the puff of air where his breath was supposed to be. She screamed his name, but he didn't open his eyes. She ripped off her mitten and tried to feel his chest, but while it was warm, she was too numb herself to sense a pulse. She ran back to find her tracks and get to the fence. She screamed for Rhys or for anyone. She shouted until her voice was hoarse and then tried to shout more. She sat him down and nearly busted blood vessels trying to get her body to change. If she could wrap him up in both her clothes and her fur, maybe he'd be okay. She tried and tried, but nothing. Figuring she'd wasted too much time, she tried to strip down a bit and insert him into her shirt and jackets and coat. By the time she'd managed it, his body was cold. Too cold. And when she, shaking with fear, opened one of his eyes, it stared back glassily without movement in the bright light.
Gillian wailed. She was enraged and she was distraught but no one was there. She wailed even though her voice was hoarse and she could do nothing. She laid his little body down and covered his little face with a scarf he didn't need anymore, and she finally realized she'd used up all her energy a long time ago and fell into the snow, bracing against a tree and stared at that gate. Rhys returned just like that. Now that Keelan was dead, he ran right back out. He wanted Keelan gone didn't he? He didn't want Keelan in the first place. Keelan wasn't family, Keelan couldn't change. Keelan was annoying sometimes too. He couldn't do anything about it before but now... well it was an 'accident' and he was 'sorry'. But the gates opened, they should go inside, he said. Who cared? She needed to go inside when someone could still help her baby brother.
Every single day sine then, Rhys came to her and tried to mend bridges with her. Without fail, he never gave up even after how she treated him, how many times she told him to stay away like her mother had to him, like her mother had with her. No matter how much she told him how much she hated him. She learned since then from others about how to control herself and found that being among he own was a soothing place to be and she finally felt she had a place in the world with everyone who treated her kindly there, like a real family might. Rhys was part of this family too. She has been softening toward him. Slowly. But she has.
I don't think I succeeded. In fact, this might be longer.Family;;
Mother: Mimi Gaber - deceased - human
Father: Gareth Boudreaux - unknown - Lycanthrope purebred
Half Bother(older): Rhys Boudreaux - 29 - Lycanthrope purebred
Half Brother(younger): Keelan Harper - deceased - human
Grandmother: Lola Garber - unknown - humanFriends;; TBD
Enemies;; RhysRelationship Status;; Single
Past Relationships;; 1.Playlist;;
Her musical style is usually either upset-but-wants-to-do-something-about-it or really active in litterally any way, as long as its music to move to
Face Claim;; Amandla Stenberg
Roleplay Sample;;
The day was hardly begun, but Gill was already awake. There was a nest of birds somewhere near that had kept her up. Baby bids squeeking whenever they needed something. It had been cute at first, but she wished she could get a little more sleep. So did the little birdy parents, probably. Quickly, the 18 year old decided it was time to stop trying to grasp sleep once again, and threw off her blanket, putting her bare feet onto her giant shaggy black circular rug. There was fur all over it, besmirching the pure color, but she didn't care. With her pajamas sliding off of her, she hiked her long pants and pulled he strap back onto her shoulder lazily while she headed to he computer. Waking it up, she checked for any messages since last night. She found only two, but answered them happily working through a couple of yawns before stumbling off to the bathroom. She was fairly quick getting ready for a teen girl- but she liked to do her makeup in her room and would fill a water bottle with hot water to hold in her lap to keep her warm while she worked.
Today was a rare day of rest, and there was no sense in wasting it around here. She already spend so much time in the house if she wasn't working that she wondered if she would pale away all her cocoa melanin. No matter the temperature, she wanted to be outside. Maybe she could play with some of the little ones, or do some fight training or something. For now, she decided not to wake anyone else up.
Despite hating being treated or looked at like the child she appeared, she couldn't stand coffee, no matter how much cream or sugar she added. She went into the kitchen and prepared some hot cocoa for herself in the peaceful morning, filling it with mini-marshmallows, a mini-Everest of whipped cream, a blanket of cinnamon, and closed I up in a reusable coffee cup to come out with her and a bagel she'd slathered in honey flavored cream cheese. She wanted some meat, but didn't feel like peeling anything out and either making a mess or cooking. Something would be left over from lunch, and as long as she replaced it properly, no one'd mind if she swiped something someone already made out of the fridge. The bagel was tasty for the time being anyway.
The morning was spectacular. The sun was shining brightly and clouds were sparse so it was blue today instead of grey when she looked up. Animal sounds were everywhere and she felt at peace with this world. It was different from the buzz of the Quarter, but all in all she was glad to have left that life behind. Now and here, she was happy. She belonged. She had a place she fit in and people who understood. Looking back at the house while washing down a bite with a swig, Gillian looked back at the house at her brother- her half-brother's window. The curtains were drawn. Not unusual in the least for him or anyone who didn't want the light disturbing their sleep, but she took it as an affront. She rolled her eyes, sucked her teeth, and turned back around, trying to get back into that content and tranquil feeling. She'd see him late, he'd be sure of that. Hmph. She'd steal his lunch. Maybe she wouldn't even replace it. She made herself laugh a little,"Suffer." she smiled and shook her head of heavy thoughts, tromping of happily toward the woods.
Plot Ideas;;Username;;
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Activeness;;
Muse;;
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Other;;#princessofhearts((c))
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★ Emetaly Victori Flores
Name Pronunciation;; ehm-tahl-EE
Name Meaning;;
Joy in Mayan
Alias;;
N/A
Nicknames;;
Em, Taly
Age;;
25
Sex;;
Female
Gender;;
Femme
Rank;;
Theta (Iota if not available)
Species;;
Lycan
Sexuality;;
Bisexual
Love Interest?;;
N/ADescriptive Appearance;;
human form;; Emetaly is a brunette young woman that looks to be of hispanic origin. She is above average height, standing at 5'7", and carries herself in a poised manner. Her round face is framed by mid-length brown hair, which is decorated with naturally tainted highlights of different brown hues, which can be seen in her wolf form. Similar to her other form, she is a bit on the large side, as is evident with her visible curves, but holds this with confidence, not paying mind to her own body, and instead other things.
Looking at her bright, wide eyes, you can see they're a warm honey, almost amber, hue. Despite her filled cheeks, she has a visible bone structure, although not as sharp as that of a typical woman.
wolf form;; Rather large for a female, although it is mainly her heavy coat that accounts for it. She has broad shoulders and somewhat large paws. Although not a fighter, she may easily appear as one. Her fur is a thick coat full of different hues of brown and yellow, as well as a mocha overlay. Her eyes are somewhat wide with bright amber irises, and are framed by her patterned fur.Descriptive Personality;;
Just as her name describes, Emetaly is a joyous female who attempts to see the good in life whenever she can, including in her profession. Since she was a young girl, nature had always interested her, as well as the fact that all things living seemed to have a meaning. The birds that flew overhead were like the joys that were reflected in their song, the streams the calmness that is encroached in her, the burning heat of a summer's sun the anger and strength found in the flowing blood of she and her kin; a sensation, you may call it. Because of this, she considers kindness the best treatment, unless not needed otherwise, especially when a task calls it off.
Despite this apparent love of life, Emetaly can be considered somber, almost grim at certain times. A realist, she is, along with her apparent optimism, and with this realism comes the knowledge that life is limited on this earth. Thoughts consume her like a blanket when she gazes at an aging fauna, or a rotting tree, as though her mind is carpeted with a life once lived, and limited. At these times she is quiet, and prefers to keep to herself- for the words that escape her at these times are almost unsettling to others despite the lack of attempt to do so. As shaman, she usually takes these moments to tend to simple tasks; sorting herbs, tending to injured pack mates, or anything else to keep her busy. Otherwise, you will find her gazing but not looking- lost in her thoughts.
To no avail, though, will you see her angry as easily as others. Patience is something she prides in, and takes to heart, especially with the lack of it in other fauna and kin she has observed. Now, she does not judge others based on this, she just uses it to help keep calm and cool collection among the restless, and is open to listening to any troubles one may present. Telling and gossiping are things she neglects doing, and in that she takes another morsel of pride, for the last thing she needs as a healer is lack of trust. Despite this, she is not one to keep to herself.
Why this may be always escapes her faster than the words from her tongue, of stories and thoughts contained in her cranium. She has this fault, yes, as well as the fact that she may be easily manipulated. In this case, her heart may get the best of her at points, leading to problems for herself that may escalate to much more- as has happened previous. This, she does not wish to discourse. This doesn't keep her from attempting to initiate conversations when she isn't confronted with something to do, mainly conversing about the day's events, mindless banter, or just listening to what others may have to say to her. She does not mind much, and in fact craves for a chat at times; why?
Although joyous and friendly, Emetaly is almost fearful in initiating social activity when multiple wolves or people are around, for she knows not many share her interest as passionately as she, or may be deterred by her fits of serious topics such as death, as stated previous. Because of this, one may catch her gazing in earnest at a small group of wolves chatting, or a love interest she is too hesitant to approach. Now, she isn't exactly introverted. No, although quiet, she is just not the best at socializing, much to her own hidden frustration. Though again, she is no introvert either.Descriptive History;;
Emetaly was born to Thalia Lanette- Flores and Ulysess Flores, only one of which proved to be a Lycanthrope. In this case, her mother- whom she misses dearly, held the bloodline that continues on in Emetaly and her two brothers. Though not raised in a pack due to her family's own want- she grew more so to be a loner, only interacting with familiar Lycanthropes who she had known through her mother. Her family raised her and siblings without much trouble aside from the usual things you'd find in a family, despite the creatures Thalia, Emetaly, and the twins were. Interestingly enough, her eldest brother did not acquire the trait of being a Lycanthrope, though he did show support and a good role for the younger siblings, including the rowdy twins. Being the youngest, Emetaly did have to fight to be included in mot things, though, although never finding interest in much of what her siblings did- which was combat and interacting. In fact, she preferred staying at home with her mild parents, both of which taught her the basics of life- even when she couldn't go out to see this.
Despite not enjoying interacting so much as her brothers did, she did enjoy being outside, and even travelling. Her time, when not inside, was with the birds and wildlife around her- especially when she involved herself with it. It's only natural, then, that 10 year old Emetaly stay outside in the snow on a December evening, and track a squirrel with a curiously white pelt. A sign, she had believed it to be- in fact, she just had to see where this squirrel was going, and it wasn't climbing up any trees anyway. That is, until it did climb a tree, which didn't lead to anything significant at all. In fact, this area looked the same as the trees behind her yard, except... not. The darkness hummed around her, and Emetaly did not come to dinner.
As a teenager, the girl was now interested in medicine- as it almost called to her, like the night the damned squirrel made her lose her path- only for her to last the night until the wee hours of morning, for which her mother had gone frantically searching for her while her father had called the police. As is evident, the young femme had nearly frozen to death- nearly. Although rushed to the hospital, her lungs were not sparred from the ill effects of winters' bite. She found herself with breathing issues that refused to leave her, nor ever will, she has come to accept. Despite this, the cold does not repel her; in fact, she now respects it- seeing the power it has against even healing hands or claws. This motivated her to push onward as her role as a healer; whether human or not- and took it upon herself to figure out the art of caring for others and ridding disease.
Now, although education played a part, it was the call she'd see in dreams, or in the whispers of a spring breeze, that determined her path.
As an adult, the woman now took the same path as her brothers of finding a pack, shedding options like the fur she shed during warm seasons. It wasn't until she came to find herself in the north- where the thing that had crippled her was abundant- that she found herself in a place she now calls home. Now, in a comfortable environment once again, she is much more outgoing, as well as willing to be out and interact and express herself.Family;;
Thalia Lanette (Flores)/Mother/64
Ulysses Flores/Father/66Alexander Flores/Brother/28
Antonio Flores /Brother/28
Benjamin Flores/Brother/30
Friends;;
Open
Enemies;;
N/a
Relationship Status;;
Single
Past Relationships;;
N/aPlaylist;;
Face Claim;;
Monica Raymund
Roleplay Sample;;
from an older roleplay;;QuoteBlink. Inhale. Exhale. Repeating words in a seemingly endless landscape called a mind, almost seeming to reflect the hauntingly alluring scene before her. A barren of snow pierced with dark trunks of leafless trees, reminding others of an unforgiving curse, but expressing to the she-wolf a blanket squirming with opportune words waiting to escape and turn in to action- to become something more. Or, to allure the thing that was to become something; encase it in a frigid grip. Either way, it was beautiful. Or, it was to Emetaly. Dark fur contrasted with the gelid ground before, which had already made her rump and paws numb. Not that she payed much heed- at the moment, she wanted to enjoy a moment of quiet admiration before a promised day of work before her.
An icy barrage hits her pelt, but they are mere chips and flakes, nothing much to be bothered about. Blink. The flakes melt against the pelt that was supposedly created to warm her, but was not doing too much. Inhale. The air is frigid, probably destined to worsen her already bad condition. Gods know what this weather could do to her, but she just needs another moment. Exhale. A puff of steam escapes her nostrils, an almost content sigh. The landscape is beautiful. Dangerous. Deadly. Especially to her. Enchanting. Prepossessing. Especially to her. On now, you crazy wolf. A reminder for herself. She stands and shakes, taking another moment to gaze just as a lonesome bird lets out a cry. Surprising even her, for prey is scarce during the cold times, although she figures it is nothing worth catching.
Well. That, and she did not have much will to make a kill right then. Not at that time, not after the moment of appreciation and relaxation. A personal rule, although deemed illogical by others. Who were they to judge, though, for at times, their lives were at her paws, along with the other shaman, Birdie. And unlike others, who may become irate at such a suggestion, she did not mind much how others arbitrate her way of thinking. Most of the time, at least. Because of this, she determines herself patient, a skill she finds compliments her profession from time of time, if not most of the time. She paused, an ear twitching. Right, her time of admiration was over, and she was getting ready to return to her area. Shaking out her pelt and ridding herself of the minuscule chips of ice and snow, she lifted a tentative paw before turning away from the inveigling terrain, only to be met with more falling snow, and more white. Blink. Breathe.
Plot Ideas;;Username;; tsarbucksCoffee
Nicknames;; tsar, coffee
Activeness;; 7/10 (work, school)
Muse;; 8/10
Special Word;;
PurPle ZebraS
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seems like an interesting rp !#princessofhearts((c))
breaking out an oldie :^) -
I am here. Apologies. I've been rather frazzled with the real world. I'll start going over forms right now and start making acceptances.
@Drizzlepelt What questions do you have, hun?
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Oh, hey- I just finished my forms, and no problem, btw- my life's been no basket of puppies this week either, but-
At what age are the pack members given jobs/made adults?
Are the Omega's the therapists or is it the Psi's or do they share it? Is Omega a punishment rank?
What's the access like to the outside world? Can they go to nearby towns? Is there internet/mail/phones?
Are they allowed to eat thins besides the caribou? Like human food? If so, how do they get it? If not, do they hunt other thigns too?I sort of took some liberties with these things in my roleplay sample already though(apologies).
