‌•Am I Lovely?• (BxG or BxB) (Semi-Fantasy)

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    Your character is in a private school, they are studying mythical creatures in your class for the semester.

    In fact, most of the creatures exist.

    Not to some weird magical happening but just because some idiotic scientists tested the limits of what can be done using genes and mutation.

    What came out, was horrifying...they resembled what they were given with a dark twist.

    Most of them were dangerous, aggressive.

    People hardly went outside anymore, because at this point we couldn't trust each other.

    Who knew if your best friend was a shapeshifter that would rip your flesh off at any chance it got?

    Who knew if your mother was infected by a werewolf bite or scratch?

    It was those kinds of things that replaced the norm.

    This school isn't to learn simple things like math and science...

    your focus was to survive in this infested world.


    There's been an infiltrator,

    A shapshifter under the disguise of a student.

    The school decided to use this threat as training for the students.

    My character, the shapeshifter is this "student" wandering the school.

    In fact, sitting right behind you in the class you're in.

    He's not like the others, much more calm.

    He doesn't have the fiery passion to kill or torture everything in sight.

    It's still there though, that primal urge.

    He gives himself away on some account within the first few days of being there,

    We'll go from there.




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    Name: amolly cassandra taylor-bellerose

    - amollya will only go by the nickname of mollie. she hates her first name, hence the reason she refuses to go by anything other than mollie.

    Age: sixteen years old

    Gender: cisgender female - feminine + she, her, herself

    Sexual Orientation: pansromantic, demisexual

    Likes:hand to hand combat, small animals that can't hurt her, dancing, light rain, oversized sweater, coffee, mint tea, lipstick - especially in ark colors, perfume - especially jasmine scented, plants - even though she can't keep them alive for more than a week, baking, guns, debates, reading, horror movies, sunsets and sunrises, adrenaline rushes, white chocolate - the only type of chocolate she will eat, organizations, the color red, andything science related, anything related to space and stars, travelling - mostly just the thought of it, sports - like soccer of volleyball, yogo, running, working out, sparring, all season -especially autumn, coconut flavored things, laughing, photography, fuzzy blankets, acrobatics, cinnamon scented candles

    Dislikes: sappy romance movies or books, thunder and lightning, chocolate - unless it's white chocolate, sleeping in, too many sweets, little children - especially when they scream and cry, hugs or any form of human contact unless it's fighting, disorganization, deep water, dogs, big animals in general, attention seekers, bitches, liars and lies, being told what to do, being talked down to, being tickled, being too hot or too cold, short finger nails, pickles - especially the sweet ones, ketchup, tomatoes in general, pda, baggy clothing, seafood, deadlines, cuddling - unless it's with someone she's really close with, cast - she's allergic, peanuts - again allergic, pollen - allergic again, cutting her hair, getting emotionally close to someone, the color yellow, body odor, germs, being alone, sweating, being sick, death, funerals, heights

    Personality:

    seemingly unemotional, mollie is calm and reserved, haughty and detached. she is discreet, to such an extent that she can appear frosty and distant. she holds her privacy dear and tends to be rather secretive, which is why mollie is often such an enigma to those around her. she is like a puzzle whose puzzle pieces don't fit together, impossible to solve. mollie can be rather manipulative, and underneath the cool reserve she could have a surprise or two up her sleeve! furthermore, she has quiet the temper and the slightest things can set her off. when upset or angered, she is rather impulsive and says the first harsh thing that comes to her mind, even if she doesn't mean it. this is just a mechanism, because she is sensitive and generally feels vulnerable. she is a very violent person and doesn't have a problem with starting a fight with someone who angers her. often enough, her fights are started by her impulsive nature.

    mollie isn't one to express herself openly, often keeping her emotions and thoughts on lock down, although she won't hesitate to give someone a piece of her mind if the opportunity presents itself. spoken words don't come easily to mollie, and she often falters with what she really wants to say, substituting it for something much harsher than what she originally intended to say. she is intuitive and a good judge of character with an analytical mind and a real eye for detail, which makes her an expert at recognizing lies and deceit, both things she hates with a passion. she is quite witty but equally critical and scathing and is capable of becoming violently angry without prior warning! she requires a great deal of exercise to enable her to let off steam, preferably in fresh air.

    "love" is one word that has never found it's way into mollie's dictionary. while she may sleep around and is a master at seducing and heartbreaking, it would come to no surprise that she has never had a single serious relationship in her life. her fear of "love" causes her to distance herself from people she fears she may get too attached to. when in a relationship, her combination of passion and exaltation, reserve and inhibition can be quite disconcerting. charming and seductive, she is capable of making all the moves then suddenly and strategically doing a U-turn and becoming uncommunicative without further explanation. she is undeniably enigmatic and that is what makes her so appealing.

    when you get to know the real mollie, you will find that she is very attentive to the needs of others, but often forgets about herself. if she experiences emotional upheaval, she may react by becoming withdrawn and hiding away from the world, and could even experience periods of depression. yet she is also capable of great courage and determination if she happens to be touched by a particular cause. if she suffers an emotional disappointment, she is inclined to escape into her inner world of daydreams. on one hand, she has an enormous need for affection, but she refuses to voice such, afraid to be humiliated. she possesses a profound sense of friendship and can be counted on to give sound advice. she dreads loneliness and tends to be conciliatory and patient in her relationships with others.

    mollie is animated and impulsive, hates restrictions: for her, the word freedom is more than just a seven letter word! adaptable, inquisitive, cunning and quick as a wink, she hates routine and appears to glide effortlessly through life, somewhat naive to its potential dangers, and certainly if she was any more laid back she would be asleep! although she has enough glamour and she's enormously seductive, deep down she isn't particularly feminine at all, even if she tries so hard to act like it. energetic and imposing, and somewhat egocentric and impatient, she intends to be the winner in the game of life, and she doesn't see why she should wait. she is charismatic and shamelessly brazen, and definitely knows how to grab life's opportunity with both hands! however these qualities can easily twist themselves around into weaknesses: she can be restless, unstable and aggressive, at times lacking in subtlety and good judgement. she rejects the established authority and is a revolutionary. she leads a dynamic and colorful existence, which is likely to be marked by many changes. she likes to live life in the fast lane, figuratively as well as literally, although luck tends to be on her side most of the time.

    while she may not seem like the smart type, one would be surprised to find that mollie is much smarter than her looks suggest. her mind is constantly working and she is always thinking about something. of insatiable curiosity, mollie loves reading, however her incessant chatter should be monitored closely if you don't want to be surprised by an astronomical phone bill! she loves movement, speed and travel. an adrenaline junkie, she craves excitement and adventure and could enjoy taking risks. she obtains enormous pleasure from her accomplishments and adores the glory of a victory. provocative and individualistic, she is a law unto herself and has frightened off more than one admirer.

    of course let's not forget awkward. mollie is a master when it comes to putting herself into awkward positions, often saying or doing the wrong thing. however, be warned, she might behave like an angel and she certainly looks like one, but she is anything but docile, and won't be easily seduced. whatever happens, be nice, because hell hath no fury...! she craves emotional security, hates monotony and enjoys adventures and novelty. after all, life is just a game for her, and she knows how to play!

    Body Scars/Tattoos:

    - mollie's first ever tattoo was on the left side of her middle finger on her right hand; a dinosaur. she had gotten a t-rex tattoo because on her fourteenth birthday, her sister parker called her a coward because mollie said she would never get a tattoo so mollie, parker and her sister blair went and got matching dinosaur tattoos.

    - mollie's second tattoo is on her inner right arm. it's a tattoo of four hearts to signal her and her three sisters. on mollie's arm, the last heart is colored black to signal she was the youngest; the last born.

    - mollie's third tattoo is on the top of her left thigh which reads "not all those who wander are lost" in cursive letters. the meaning behind it has not been revealed.

    - mollie's fourth tattoo is on her back and it reads "i am the hero of this story. i don't need to be saved.". the tattoo hasn't been seen by anyone other than her sister charlotte and the meaning hasn't been revealed.

    - mollie's fifth tattoo is located on her right wrist. it's a a cross with flowers twisting around it. the meaning behind it has not yet been revealed.

    - mollie's last tattoo is located just a little bit above her heart. it is a band-aid with the words 'i forgive you' located above it. it has not been seen by anyone and the meaning has yet to be revealed.

    - she has a scar on her ankle from when she was little. she had been climbing a tree with her step-brother when she fell and broke her ankle. She had broke it so bad that the doctors had to do emergency surgery to fix it. she has a scar that starts on her back below her left shoulder blade. it travels up her shoulder and down her left side. she obtained it from an drunk ex-boyfriend.

    Other:

    Jack sat on the edge of his seat, trying desperately not to fall asleep. The teacher lecturing on and on about the "mythical" creatures, he hated it when his kind were called
    "mythical" it made them seem a lot kinder than they really were. They were beasts, out for human flesh and bones. He himself was one of the few lucky ones. He was the one that scientists tried to recreate.


    He was special because he had kept the ability to have human emotions. Of course, he was just as dangerous as the rest but he had self-control. It was like being a dog who was half-wolf...he's domesticated but could still rip you apart if that's what it came to. Mind you, Jack isn't looking to feed on anyone, he's just seeing what the human world is like. They are so different from the outside, where the beasts clamber around and rip into their kin's flesh to get some kind of food for the week.


    He studied his hands, he could smell a trace of blood on them from having to kill the teen boy about a week ago. He had hypersensitive smell, all the children in here smelled amazing...he couldn't help it. Jack mentally shook it off and focused on the teacher, he was zoning out and hungry. After being in the classroom for so long and not being able to feed without getting caught, well, that would have dire consequences if he didn't get it in control with another animal.


    Jack was thinking now, thinking of the delicious prey surrounding him, totally vulnerable to his attack. The children all intently staring at the whiteboard and teacher who glided across the room, emphasizing her lesson. One weak point of being hungry with a group of easy kills, shapeshifters will sometimes start transforming back into their original form. This is what was happening at this point, he was still zoned out not noticing the kids staring as his body shimmered and smoked into his shapeshifter body.


    Everybody was slowly getting louder, jolting Jack awake from his thoughts.

    "shit."

    Everyone was getting something silver from their backpacks or their teacher, who was tossing stuff from the front of the room.

    Jack couldn't escape from the windows considering they were blocked by silver and steel mixed walls. He shoved a bunch of students out of the way, getting stung and burnt by the silver hitting him. Only one had a gun, the teacher, Jack had to be quick while exiting the classroom.

    The walls felt like they were closing in as he darted through the horde of teens. He leaped to the front, dodging one of the bullets and exiting the classroom. He didn't have anywhere to go and he certainly didn't want to hurt anyone.


    Jack decided to do what he did best...running. Shapeshifters had nimble legs meant to be fast and quiet. His grey and black face was furrowed in worry. A sudden turn lead to a dead end, in his state of mind, he was a panicked wild animal. He saw the bathroom, decided in his animal mind that it would be a good place to recover. He silently slipped inside. Hiding in one of the stalls, his feet up on the toilet seat trying to hide his tall figure in a human stall was nearly impossible. He heard the scuffle of someone in here, his heart beat faster. The blood pumping in his ears.

    - amollya had arrived to school late. of course the teachers' weren't surprised to see her father dropped her off late, it was the death anniversary of her mother after all. a year ago, amollya's mother was found brutally murdered in her own home, her limps ripped apart, the carpet stained with red. amollya and her father had been out for the night, celebrating amollya's birthday and what they came home to was tragic. the irony of the situation, her mother dying on her birthday, had caused amollya to start laughing, of course it wasn't the laugh of a sane person, but the laugh of someone who just came home to their dead mother. not that that was a common occurrence or anything. after the whole incident, her and her father relocated to a whole new city, unable to bear with living in the same house that once held a deceased person.

    as she was walking down the hall, her worn out converse shuffled across the tiles. commotion from down the hall, where her class was, caused amollya to stop in her tracks. she wasn't in the mood to deal with a loud class, which is why she found herself turning around and heading for the bathrooms. she already had a headache and the day wasn't even close to being over with.

    pushing the bathroom door open, amollya practically ran inside. the blonde stopped by the sink, turning on the facet, she placed her hands under the lukewarm water. turning off the water, she flicked the access water off before wiping the rest on her ripped jeans. just as she was about to exit, she swore she heard heavy breathing. "hello?" she called.

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    Jack cursed, hearing the female voice echo through the bathroom. He knew he couldn't escape this, but he wanted to. The primal instincts inside him were screaming at him to just tear the innocent girl apart and use her as his disguise out of here. He tore that thought away and breathed deeply to steady himself,

    "Hello...ma' am."


    He was hoping desperately that she wouldn't freak out over the sound of a boy's voice in a girl's bathroom. It wasn't within the rules here but it was how he was going to survive. "Sorry, to um, startle you...I'm not exactly supposed to be in here." His words stuttered out,

    "I-Im not even supposed to be in this school..." Jack swallowed his feral instincts once again, pulling his thoughts back to the human.

    "I'm...J-Jack..." his voice went a little deep when he said his name, which wasn't uncommon for Shapeshifters when they were hungry.


    His mind was racing with every possibility available, even if they were unrealistic. Like for instance, the girl taking him out with a single shot or swipe.

    Or even having the classroom come in and tear him a new one. It was judgement day to Jack, death day. He wouldn't be living now.

    The sirens of the school blared out from the hallways. Alerting the school of an unwelcome creature. The bathroom was now bathed in a red glow from the emergency lights

    - amollya leaned her hip against the sink, raising an eyebrow when she heard his voice. "hello," she greeted back as she crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze traveled over the stall that he was in, calculating. she wondered why he was in the girls restroom opposed to the males, but she didn't voice it, not even with the curiosity practically eating her alive on the inside.


    amollya knew that she should question him, shout at him, anything really, for being in the girls' bathroom, but she stayed silent, keeping her hip resting against the sink and her arms crossed. when he said he wasn't suppose to be in here, amollya snorted with an eye roll. "you don't say?" she asked sarcastically. when he went on to say that he shouldn't even be in school, her curiosity spiked even more and she uncrossed her arms, but didn't move from her position.


    jack. the name sounded familiar, but she could pinpoint where she had heard it from. when his voice got deeper, amollya swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat before speaking herself. "amollya," she introduced herself to the boy in the stall.


    the schools sirens went off, bathing the room in a soft red glow. it was to alert everyone that there was someone unwanted within the school grounds. amollya sudden got a sick feeling in her stomach, but she pushed it away, just as she pushed herself away from the sink. "are you going to come out of there any day now?" she asked, a bit harsher than she intended.