[size=7pt]FFFFFFF, i'd love to do this with youuuu~!
just gonna leave these here so i don't lose them c:
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[size=13pt]Are you gonna let me take your soul?[/size]
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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 330px; height: 206px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -10px; cursor: url("http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur817.cur"), auto;][justify][font=verdana][size=7pt][glow=black,2,300]Clouds sagged melancholy over the small town, sheets of grey and darker grey dampening the rays of sun and settling Aldhurst in a perpetual gloom. Water sputtered from the clouds, at first a light drizzle, and then, within seconds, a heavy downpour. It alternated between the two: light, heavy, nonthreatening, the makings of a flood. Jackson walked silently, rivulets of water tracing the high arch of his cheekbones, hard line of his jaw, the sinuous curve of his throat. Beneath his leather jacket (which was treated to repel any damage from water), the light gray hoodie he wore was soaked to the point that it had darkened in color and clung to his torso. The water was beginning to seep through his t-shirt, kissing his skin with a cold bite and gnawing down to his bones. Kids screamed as they ran through puddles, their rain galoshes squeaking with them and their backpacks raised over their heads in a makeshift umbrella. The few teens that had to walk weren't affected as most either had waterproof clothing or umbrellas.
He took note of one, across the street, that walked far behind any other adolescent. A lone wolf. Jax watched him, briefly, the way his shoulders sagged and he only watched the cement of the sidewalk as he moved. Cars shuttered his view, a semi-truck on his side of the road blocking the view for several breaths. When it cleared, the boy was stopped, his shoulders still sagged, but his head tilted upwards towards the sky as if he were giving up entirely. Rather than the damp look his clothes had at first sight, they were now drenched, more so than his own. A car must have carelessly revved through a large puddle of murk and splashed the sorry youth. Jackson shook his head, a breath of amusement leaving his lips as he continued to walk.
He didn't start school until tomorrow — Tuesday — which left one last day for silent thought and a sense of freedom. Although 'free' was the last word he would use to describe the sh[size=1pt].[/size]ithole his mother brought him to. It was the last word he would use to describe Maine. It was a stark contrast from the high rises and the smoke-filled air of Manhattan. The only smoke he could smell here was that of firewood. Jax scoffed, shaking his head at how prudish this town already seemed to be after only a few days. He hadn't bothered to meet anyone yet, and that was largely because they all held their noses up in the air and clenched the rosary beads that chained a cross to them.
Religion was never a concern in his family. Money, yes, but whether or not they would be saved by the Almighty? He never seemed to extend a hand to them, or any other person, for that matter, so they didn't fall to their knees and pledge blind loyalty to an eidolon.
Over an hour of mindless walking passed before he took interest in something. A faint path breaking into the woods caught Jax's attention, amber eyes flickering over the broken bushes and semi-placid trail. Finding the streets of Aldhurst had no appeal, he turned into the shrubbery, the canopy of thickly crowded trees creating a barrier from most of the rain. He reached into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out a cartridge of cigarettes. He retrieved a single stick, pinching it between roseate lips as he exchanged the box for a lighter. Pausing to prevent anymore wind from snuffing out the flame, he cupped a hand around the delicate dance of fire, index finger teasing the top as the cigarette latched onto the embers. The pad of his finger was scorched slightly, as it was hovering over the hottest point of the flame, and was left with an irritated red mark that throbbed with the beat of his heart.
He took in the tobacco, breathing it in so deeply that it tickled the walls of his lungs. An exhale released the smoke in deft spirals into the air. It wasn't until that point that he noticed someone was sitting just a foot off of him, the same boy from earlier. "Alright?" He took a seat next to him as if they were old friends, shoulder brushing against the other male's softly. Jax left out a heavy sigh, another train of smoke. "You look like you need one, especially after that bath the car gave you earlier today." He removed the cigarette from his lips and held it out in front of the youth, head pressed against the trunk of the tree and eyes staring up into the weaving of tree branches. A faint, almost cocky, smile lifted the curve of his lips. If he didn't take it, it wouldn't surprise him, or offend him. "I'm Jax, by the way. Just moved here from Manhattan."
[[ hiii c: adlkghsh so excited for this tbh ^.^ also, just throwing out an idea that you can obviously alter/decline, if Greyson declines the cig and then says something like 'every cigarette you smoke take a year away from your life' or whatever, Jax's sassy side will be revealed~! he'll just look at him, nod in thought, then proceed to take out a second cigarette and smoke them both c<
also, whether or not Greyson goes to church on Sunday, he's going to make him spend the weekend with him b/c Grey is the only one he can staaaaannnd~ ]]
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Declining the cigarette and adding on a fact about them Jax didn't care much to hear, he tapped the stick with his thumb so the shriveled ash broke apart and burned to the ground. "Is that so?" His tone was of mock interest and disbelief, eyebrows raised in surprise as he turned his head to look the other male straight on. "Well, in that case," He reached into his pocket once more, taking out his lighter and another cigarette. "Salud." He placed the second one between his lips, holding the flame to its face until it burned a soft orange. Taking a deep breath of both, he parted his lips to let the smoke curl past teeth, paper, and flesh. It crept out lazily, some slithering up his nostrils while the majority mixed into the gases of the air.
There was a silence between them for a moment, slightly tense, before the curly-haired male spoke again. "Really? My full name is Jackson, but I prefer Jax." He sniffed from the cool wind that bit and tickled his nose, his thumb scratching the tip of it quickly. Greyson's question brought up the happening of the morning, giving reason for his chest to puff with a curt, breathy laugh. "Well, Grey, I was walking down the opposite side of the street from you when I saw your little mishap." Another drag from the cigarettes. "Not gonna lie, it was amusing, to say the least."
Jax hummed, brows furrowing as he used the leather sole of his boot to put out his first cigarette. "Aren't you supposed to be in school?" He looked at Greyson, amber-green eyes teasing as they widened slightly in mock horror. "I'm sure the people of Aldhurst will have your head for such a treasonous act!" A short laugh mixed with a scoff rose from his chest, dumbfounded at how strict and close-minded this place was. "Sh[size=1pt].[/size]it, I'll probably be burned at the stake by the end of the week."
[[ *cuts some of my muse off, wraps it messily b/c can't wrap, hands it to you* happy holidays!
yiiiisss, i am so happy you said this~! ^.^ i had already convinced myself that Jax was going to give Greyson a nickname, so the fact that you want it, too, is just beautifuuuulll!should we have jax get in a fight the first week he's at school?no, maybe the second week? cuz i want him to hand out with grey over the weekend, then he'll get in a fight when they get back, he'll get suspended for a few days, but that same day he'll be waiting outside of the school on his motorcycle for grey so they can go for a ride out into farmlands or somewhere no one can bother them. jax honestly just wants to be alone, but he subconsciously went to go get grey b/c he likes having him around (though he'd never admit it just yet) ]]
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"Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames"
Finding that he wouldn't get back to sleep with the music, he simply lied there to allow his body to catch up with the sudden jolt of consciousness. His fingers were sore, chipped and neglected. The pads had become calloused enough to ignore the harsh brush of metal strings, but Xander had forgotten to trim his nails, leaving the already short keratin battered to a pulp. He made a mental note to ask someone to bandage them for him, and to ask Xo if she could pick up as the rhythm guitar for the last concert.
"And what do I get, for my pain?
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game"With the lilt of the voice, Xander determined the one singing was Océane. It should have come sooner to him seeing as The Smashing Pumpkins were among her favorite bands. There were deeper voices mumbling outside of his bunk, tipping him off that Xo was most likely the one providing the instrumental backup.
"Even though I know - I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold - like old job"Kicking the blanket off, the twenty-one year old pushed the curtain of his bunk aside to swing his legs over the edge. He sat there, briefly, hunched over in the small space, and rubbed the last of the sleep from his eyes. To his right, Kolt and Skyler were sitting in their own respective bunks, chatting about something Xander didn't care to pick up on. The left held the entrance to the front of the bus, the curtain pulled aside to let streams of light seep into the sleeping quarters.
"Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage"
He slid onto the ground, bare feet smacking loudly against wood flooring. Walking towards the lounge at the front, the man paused, retrieving an old tattered v-neck to slip on. Continuing out, Xander tugged the thin clothing over his head and pulled down to hem of it to cover his abdomen. Océane silenced her singing to give him a crooked smile. "Morning, sleeping beauty." He nodded, half a smile pulling at the left corner of his lips. Xo continued to strum at the guitar. They had most of the string cases laid out before them, as well as cleaning supplies. There were two definitive piles, though he couldn't tell which was designated to cleaned instruments and which to the uncleaned. He plopped down onto the chair wedged at the side of the two front room sofas, leaning back into it deeply. "Do we want to go grab a bite for lunch?"
"Sounds good to me, I'm starving." Kolt chimed into the conversation eagerly as he and Sky moved to join the rest of the band.
"You're always hungry, Bear." Xo placed a hand on her guitar to stop the sounds from reverberating, a teasing glint in her dark eyes.
[font=verdana][size=7pt][color=black]Océane continued to hum the tune of the song even after they walked several blocks from the venue, and Sky, very faintly, played the beat on his thighs with deft hands. They had managed to walk this far without being noticed, which was a breath of fresh air, but Xander knew the moment he saw the boy, frozen with his mouthed shaped in a small 'o', that he was a fan. His eyes, thin and a bright russet, were splayed wide in disbelief, matching the shape of his mouth. As they moved closer, he corrected the look, inaudibly clearing his throat and licking already dried lips. A foot away, he closed the space in nervous steps. They welcomed him with kind smiles, easing his tension slightly, and warm conversation, easing him into a fully relaxed stance. After several minutes of chatter, he worked up the nerve to ask for a photo, which they readily supplied.
"He was cute." Xo glanced over her shoulder at the boy, who couldn't have been any older than seventeen, and giggled. He was dancing and wriggling with glee behind them. "All of our fans are cute!" She finished, bumping into Sky and curling his arm in a platonic hug. She was about the only one who could get that close to him, bar his mother and sisters. "And some are just sex on sticks." Océane purred, her face flushing a shade darker and her eyes glossing with mischief. "Down girl, down." Xander chimed in, laughing at the suddenly dark look on the pink-haired girl's face.
They walked another block, filling the time with music chatter and taking several more pictures with fans. Xander fell silent after a while, glancing around the streets of New York City, drinking in the graffiti and the people wrapped in thick coats and the quaint shops nestled in the concrete jungle. His steps slowed as he took note of a record shop across the way, coming to a full stop when he stood parallel it. "Xander, you step in glue or something? What's the hold up?" Kolt was the one to speak up, the rest huddling to keep warm as they went on with their conversation. "Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. Listen, I'll catch up with you guys, yeah? I'm just going to pop into this shop for a moment then head over to the restaurant." His bassist was already moving before he finished speaking, too hungry to completely listen to or wait for anything. It might've seemed rude to an outsider, but that was just how Kolt was with food. If he was hungry, everything came second to a juicy burger.
The shop was just as he imagined: warm, old, and lacking a crowd of people. That was how a person knew they were in a good music shop. The ones with the best stock always had a small following. A trilling bell announced his presence in the shop, making the cashier glance up with a welcoming smile before returning to his work. Immediately, Xander moved to the rock section, eyes flitting through letters and labels until he found a cluster of good records and CD's. Just as he was reaching to finger through some of them, careful to keep a space between him and the man next to him, the man whirled around and stepped right into his chest. He reeled back a step, and out of pure instinct, reached forward to grab the other man's shoulders to be sure he didn't fall back. There wasn't enough force for that to happen, but instinct was instinct. He sniffed and quickly clutched his hands to his sides. "Je suis désolé," The man went on to apologize in French, which made Xander smile. He started to apologize in English, glancing up at him, before freezing completely. A silence grew between them, in which the guy stared wide-eyed at him and Xander tilted hid head faintly in thought. What a familiar face he had... A fan he had previously met, maybe? "Pas de soucis."
There was another pause filled with silence, which Xander refrained from squirming uncomfortably because of, and, instead, held his hand out. He didn't want to assume this man knew who he was, so he opted to take the less cocky route and introduced himself. [abbr=I'm Xander, and you?]"Je m’appelle Xander, et toi?"[/abbr] There was something about this boy that stirred memories Xander couldn't quite recall, and in his gut he knew they had met before. "We've got the same taste in music, you and I." He smiled crookedly. "I learned how to play the guitar listening to Nirvana." Xander nodded towards the CD in his hands. "My band would sh[size=1pt].[/size]it themselves just to talk about music like that with like minded people, people like you. There aren't many that push for it in the industry these days." He blinked, brown eyes still focused on the familiar face before him.
[[ PFFFFTT the best of the 21st century, pretty sure it's been nominated for all awards~
!!! i just realized that xavier is from a movie that i've really been wanting to watch, but i keep forgetting to look up the name! omgomgomgthe bottom gifs are from the movie or maybe ALL are from the movie *shrugs*
I FIGURED IT OUT! the move is called 'j'ai tue ma mere' or 'i killed my mother'is extremely tempted to use the guy w/ xavier in that movie but won't b/c adrien's gifs represent the character betterrrrr]][/size][/fancypost]
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Grey went on to ask about him, which Jax raised a brow at. "Me? Oh, didn't you hear?" He looked the other male straight in the eye, expression as serious as could be. "I'm the escaped murderer from Manhattan..." All of the color from the youth's face seemed to drain as his words set in. Jackson laughed, brushing some ash off of his jeans. "That was a bad joke, sorry. I start my last year tomorrow." There was slight tension between them because of his ill-placed joke, enough to make him stand to his feet. Jax brushed any dirt from his clothes and looked at Grey. "So, unless you're planning on going back to school, you wanna show me where the auto shop is? I need a new chain for my motorcycle." The thing had snapped the day before they moved up to Aldhurst. Just his luck.
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<3 thank you~! askhfs;adkjfh thank you again! *sits still to be wrapped* i'm just happy that you're so open to ideas and you like mine so far~<3 i always find that i write better if i know, roughly, where the scene is heading c: go with the flow isn't always my strong suit, unfortunately. ]][/fancypost]
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*hyperventilates and squeals*
*rolls off to netflixxxxx*
ohhhh meine gawwwwttt, the movie was perfection
*does that kiss on fingers that i release into the air*
i didn't expect it to have that plot until i read the title and watched it because i only saw gifs of when Hubert and Antonin were paintinggggg~<3 i thought it was going to be more like Blue Is The Warmest Color (which is absolutely amazing if you are old enough to see/don't mind the full frontal nudity)yasss, daniel flint<3 when/if we get far enough, if you want to throw a huge wrench in the plot we could work in some drunken sexytimes
or a complete switch in romantic/sexual interestwith Skyler, or Kolt, b/c a part of Esme is still mad at Xander anD IT WOULD JUST BE DRAMA GALOREEEEE!!
*rubs hands together evilly*you will learn that i love tragedy and making charries suffer just as much as i love fluff and cute
but only b/c i think it makes it interesting, keeps me interested, and provides some realistic situations/reactions that create drama/growth c:FFFF sorry this took so long v.v dad was in town so i was spending most of my time with family ^^
i'll sometimes disappear for unknown amounts of time, so just nudge the thread until i get back, but i'll try to let you know when i leaaavvee
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*feel free to skim/skip the majority of the background, but be sure to read the last three paragraphsAiyanna has lived a painfully mediocre life for the first 20 years of her life. High school came and went, she jumped immediately into the world of work, and was tossed around from job to job (all of which were on various ends of the work spectrum). In the past year, however, she's finally found her passion in event planning, moved into a beautiful loft in the city, and found a man, Jackson, she loved deeply. Unfortunately, her year of good fortune came to a screaming halt on her 21st birthday. On a morning jog in the forests just outside Seattle, Washington, she came upon an unfortunate figure. It demanded space, attention, energy. The air around it seemed to quiver and vibrate in fear, the birds warbling above falling as they fled, the atmosphere dampened with belligerent breath. From the shadows, it approached her, sending her reeling backward and tripping on a large, uprooted stem. A wolf the size of a bear loomed over her, teeth bare and inches from her as a snarl ripped through it's chest. They sat there, staring at each other; her with trepidation, he with blood lust. Out of pure instinct, fight or flight flickering in her mind over and over, Aiyanna attempted to run. Not a yard away, and the wolf had taken her by the shoulder, ripped the flesh like butter and sunk his ivories several inches deep. At that moment, she knew her next view of life would be limited to a box six feet under the ground.
Just as quickly as the wolf had bitten her, it released her. The excruciating pain of the gash paired with the blood loss was enough to make her pass out on the spot, though it was more of an out of body experience rather than a complete shut down of her consciousness. While her body lay limp in the woods for two days, her mind registered the pain that continued to course through her, leaving her in a tormented, helpless state.
Sometime before dawn on the third day, she came to. Everything was different, new. She could feel the animals that were around her, the man that walked on the road 83 yards off; she could smell the mineral in the soil, the smoke coming from Seattle. All of her senses were heightened tenfold, and the euphoria, fear, and confusion caused by it were quickly wiped as another bolt of pain sent her to her knees. Bones cracked and reshaped, skin pulled and teared; the entire working of her human body shaped itself into a 5'6" wolf in the matter of seconds, her clothes left on the ground in shreds.
The next time she was human, Aiyanna found herself scurrying to her apartment in Seattle, shielding her nude body from the eye of the public as she slipped through backyards and up her fire escape. Jax was at the loft, riddled with anxiety and worry over the fact that the love of his life had gone missing for nearly four days. She managed to get out of telling him the entire truth, only saying that she had gone too far into the forest, slipped, and only now managed to make her way back.
Two months of holding back this newly acquired beast passed before it broke from her grasp. Her wolf needed to breathe and, in the midst of a passionate spell with Jax, it came forth. Unable to control it any longer, unable to find the human within the wolf, bestial instincts took over and slaughtered the nearest flesh it could find — Jackson. With the blood of the man she loved on her hands, Aiyanna did all she could think to do. She ran.
She moved as a human as long as she could, continued to fight the wolf that she now hated for killing her love, pushing it farther and farther back, risking yet another rise of claw and teeth at an unannounced time.
PLOT
Aiyanna has managed to stumble into the territory of the most dominant wolf in the Pacific Northwest. Immediately sensing her presence and the danger it brings as a rogue who refuses her wolf, he goes to confront, and most likely kill, her. However, his wolf won't allow it. In a human state of mind, he can't reason why he takes her under his wing, but he does. His wolf recognizes hers as its mate, a very rare spiritual bond between two wolves. He brings her to the pack, shows her how to control her wolf, and teaches her the ways of her new lifestyle.That is the premise of the start of the plot, but we'll plot all the action and drama that will come along~! c<
RULES
♦ Be advanced in the sense that you can create decent writing; I prefer quality over quantity.
♦ However, I would like you to post at least 1 paragraph with low muse c:
♦ Be mature [if you are not okay with sexual situations, blood, gore, etc this is not the roleplay for you]
♦ Be willing to plot back and forth with me!! I would like it if you actually give me feedback/your own ideas and not just say 'yeah that's a good idea'. ^u^FOR THE ROLEPLAY
○ Please create a quick form for your guy (include everything that i have on my form and whatever else you want to add; his dominance level should be anywhere from 95-100 out of 100)
○ Once you're accepted, please create your Alpha's pack (names with links to a human and wolf pic; I'll help with this, if you'd like)
○ I will provide more information on the wolves once someone is accepted!**Please ask if you have any questions!
Note that these lycanthropes are very large, typically being 4'0" to 6'0" (it is rare to be any taller than this) at the withers with weights between 200 lbs and 500 lbs.These are not all the twilight wolf gifs around, so feel free to use ones you find!
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[size=23pt]AIYANNA DRACKE[/size]
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[size=16pt]Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart[/size]
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[justify][font=verdana][color=black][size=7pt]NAME
Aiyanna Kateri Dracke
PHYSICAL AGE
21
ACTUAL AGE
21
BIRTHDAY
July 29, 1993
GENDER
Female
BIRTHPLACE
Seattle, Washington
CURRENT LOCATION
Detroit, Oregon
RANK
Rogue (will be Alpha)
DOMINANCE LEVEL
90/100
PERSONALITY
headstrong, currently abrasive towards lycanthropes, caring, hard-working, aloof, protective, possessive, impulsive at times, loyal, would sacrifice her well being for a loved one, hard on herself, intelligent,
HUMAN APPEARANCE
lean, 'bottle-shaped' physique, naturally white hair, naturally heterochromatic eyes (left is several shades of blue with a fleck of brown near the pupil, right is green with spots of amber around the pupil) but they are currently a bright amber-yellow due to her wolf being close to a shift, fair skin, soft features, 5'6", 124 lbs
WOLF APPEARANCE
alabaster fur lined with silver edges and black dustings, tan ears, grey shadows on muzzle and head, cream undertones, silver eyes, sleek features, slender/agile build, 5'6", 337 lbs -
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[justify][font=verdana][color=grey][size=7pt]Gender:
Female
Age:
5 years
Ranking:
Loner
Personality:
A wolf cultured with experiences, there are few situations that unnerve Aiyanna. She's coated in steel, in the figurative sense, and will not easily bend under petty, lashing words. Rolling onto her back to bear her tender underside is not an action the female has ever known, then again she's never been faced with a wolf she felt demanded authority. Her lack of submission has caused an uproar in her past, forcing her into independence. Her four years of solitude had cured her into a quiet, tactile creature, always waiting within the shadows, cultivating a plan, before stepping into the light. The lack of a pack had also made her a sly, deceptive wolf. The traits were the only ones she could turn to without the help of other wolves in activities that demanded more than one body. While Aiyanna will not immediately jump to physical decisions, she is always on edge, always watching for signs that let on that physical defense/offense may be her only option. When it comes to protecting herself, or her loved ones, there is no second breath.
History:
Aiyanna was not dealt a lucky hand in life, nor a blood right. She was born to an Omega in a pack that did not allow births outside of the Alphas' family. Her mother was flimsy, careless, and her father was a loner that was never in the picture. Come the month of her birth, he mother set out to nest in solitude, taking up in a den used previously for the last generation of Alphas. The wolf was not quick on her feet, unfortunately, and did not think of the aspect that the den was still within the territory, and close enough that the pack could smell the blood. She was born into a litter of two, the other a male. While the pack took mercy on the two defenseless pups, her mother was exiled, left to survive alone and weak from her pregnancy.
As Aiyanna grew, she began to demonstrate her dominant, unyielding personality at a young age. The Alphas thought nothing of it, just a pup that had yet to learn her place. But even as an adolescent, when her brother and peers whined and dropped onto their packs before the others, she stood placid, an abrasive sheen in her amber-orange eyes. It was the start of her own rebellion, of an Omega that was just as, if not more, dominant than her Alphas.
Despite being punished, she kept on with her actions, the same disrespectful glare and stance. Upon her first year, it was determined that she was unfit to be in a pack. In her mind, that simply meant exile, an escape from the pack she did not blend with, but, because of her Omega status, she was not taught that it also meant they would mark her for all packs to know she was untrustworthy, if she survived the ritual. Escorted to an area of the territory where rock encircled a small opening and prevented her from leaving without barreling through a line of wolves, the Alpha Male attacked her.
She had expected as much, given the circumstances, and readily defended herself. Untrained by the pack, Aiyanna depended solely on instinct and the fighting techniques she had observed in spurts. Most wolves would not defend themselves during the ritual as they felt ashamed and deserving of their fate, so it was a surprise when Aiyanna managed to clamp her jaw around the tender skin of the Alpha's throat, tugging and shaking until she could rise to her feet and he backed away. While she was left with multiple lacerations, all of which are still faint scars on her body, she left alive and with a newly found power.
It is no lie that Aiyanna was not built for pack life, especially when she's long forgotten the inner workings of a family, but she is not a lost cause. Given a wolf she can see the dominance in and a pack she can readily trust, she would be willing to relearn the structure of pack life and attempt to mold back into normalcy.
Crush/mate:
Will develop/open. No mate.
Other:
Aiyanna has russet brown fur with a cream underside and various darker brown markings. She is lean, built mainly for stealth and agility, but able to hold her own ground. Several scars mar her sides and muzzle, turning the fur a muddled white color and the skin a healing pink. Her eyes are an unnerving, intimidating shade of amber.[/size] -
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[justify][font=verdana][color=grey][size=7pt]Username:
ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ɴᴏʀᴛʜ
Muse Level:
10/10
Activity Level:
6-8/10
﹣﹣Name:
Aiyanna
Gender:
Female
Age:
4 years
Rank:
Subordinate
Personality:
A wolf cultured with experiences, there are few situations that unnerve Aiyanna. She's coated in steel, in the figurative sense, and will not easily bend under petty, lashing words. Rolling onto her back to bear her tender underside is not an action the female has ever known, then again she's never been faced with a wolf she felt demanded authority. Her lack of submission has caused an uproar in her past, forcing her into independence. Her three years of solitude had cured her into a quiet, tactile creature, always waiting within the shadows, cultivating a plan, before stepping into the light. The lack of a pack had also made her a sly, deceptive wolf. The traits were the only ones she could turn to without the help of other wolves in activities that demanded more than one body. While Aiyanna will not immediately jump to physical decisions, she is always on edge, always watching for signs that let on that physical defense/offense may be her only option. When it comes to protecting herself, or her loved ones, there is no second breath.
History:
Aiyanna was not dealt a lucky hand in life, nor a blood right. She was born to an Omega in a pack that did not allow births outside of the Alphas' family. Her mother was flimsy, careless, and her father was a loner that was never in the picture. Come the month of her birth, he mother set out to nest in solitude, taking up in a den used previously for the last generation of Alphas. The wolf was not quick on her feet, unfortunately, and did not think of the aspect that the den was still within the territory, and close enough that the pack could smell the blood. She was born into a litter of two, the other a male. While the pack took mercy on the two defenseless pups, her mother was exiled, left to survive alone and weak from her pregnancy.
As Aiyanna grew, she began to demonstrate her dominant, unyielding personality at a young age. The Alphas thought nothing of it, just a pup that had yet to learn her place. But even as an adolescent, when her brother and peers whined and dropped onto their packs before the others, she stood placid, an abrasive sheen in her amber-orange eyes. It was the start of her own rebellion, of an Omega that was just as, if not more, dominant than her Alphas.
Despite being punished, she kept on with her actions, the same disrespectful glare and stance. Upon her first year, it was determined that she was unfit to be in a pack. In her mind, that simply meant exile, an escape from the pack she did not blend with, but, because of her Omega status, she was not taught that it also meant they would mark her for all packs to know she was untrustworthy, if she survived the ritual. Escorted to an area of the territory where rock encircled a small opening and prevented her from leaving without barreling through a line of wolves, the Alpha Male attacked her.
She had expected as much, given the circumstances, and readily defended herself. Untrained by the pack, Aiyanna depended solely on instinct and the fighting techniques she had observed in spurts. Most wolves would not defend themselves during the ritual as they felt ashamed and deserving of their fate, so it was a surprise when Aiyanna managed to clamp her jaw around the tender skin of the Alpha's throat, tugging and shaking until she could rise to her feet and he backed away. While she was left with multiple lacerations, all of which are still faint scars on her body, she left alive and with a newly found power.
It is no lie that Aiyanna was not built for pack life, especially when she's long forgotten the inner workings of a family, but she is not a lost cause. Given a wolf she can see the dominance in and a pack she can readily trust, she would be willing to relearn the structure of pack life and attempt to mold back into normalcy.
Family:
Her mother is presumably dead, her father's whereabouts are unknown, and her brother is most likely still in their birth pack.
Mate/Pups/Crush:
She has no mate, nor any pups. As for a romantic interest, she is open to possibilities.
Other:
Aiyanna has russet brown fur with a cream underside and various darker brown markings. She is lean, built mainly for stealth and agility, but able to hold her own ground. Several scars mar her sides and muzzle, turning the fur a muddled white color and the skin a healing pink. Her eyes are an unnerving, intimidating shade of amber.[/size] -
[size=7pt]Thank you~ c:
Also, I'm not sure if you saw, but I changed her rank from Omega to Subordinate just b/c I feel like her personality would fit a bit better there[/size] -
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[justify][font=verdana][color=grey][size=7pt]The russet wolf padded through the thick snow that blanketed the territory, calloused paw pads numb to the bite of the frigid powder. Specks of the fluff settled in her coat, some latching onto individual strands of fur while others melted at first touch, unable to withstand the amount of heat she was generating. Her ears flickered, twisting backwards and forwards before standing erect, at the cacophony of her newly found pack. Despite never having held a long conversation with most of them, she felt at ease with them. The tension instilled in the roll of her shoulders was still there, but it was easing up with time.Approaching the gathering of wolves, keeping a slight distance between herself and everyone else, her hackles raised. A line of caution traced itself down her spine, causing the fur to lift voluntarily. Aiyanna's maw curled, briefly, in a defensive show of teeth. Her gaze drifted to the Alpha, an aged wolf with wilting vigor, but still an air about him that demanded attention and compliance. He seemed nonchalant, resting while the pack their day. She let out an uneasy breath, the fog from heat rushing into cool air spiraling above her head before dissipating.
Her brood was ended when Desai spoke up, offering up a chance to hunt together. Aiyanna immediately moved after him, a lighter spirit about the typically aloof wolf. There was nothing she loved more than hunting, nothing that bonded wolves more than the race of their hearts and the drum of their paws in an off-beat unison as they melted into one mind, one body, one soul. Aiyanna padded close to the Alpha's heir, careful not to match his stride, but rather keep at his flank. She was learning fast which actions were respectful and which were not. "Desai," Despite a rougher look, she had a kind, lilting voice. "If you don't mind my asking, is there anything wrong? Kopa is placid in his expression, but I still get the feel that there is something... off."
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[size=7pt]Me, too~! Also, if you want, I think it would be interesting to have Aiyanna and Rubare bump heads in the rp ^.^ We could lead them down a path where they're very bitter towards each other and mess something up because of it, and then they'd either continue their bitterness or realize how foolish they were and become, not exactly friends, but pack mates that tolerate each other cx
Wild, if I were to have a plot idea would you rather I bring it up OC in the rp thread, here, or through PM?[/size]
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[justify][font=verdana][color=grey][size=7pt]Aiyanna paused when Desai answered, her ears flattening slightly at the thought of another pack challenging them. A low, guttural growl slipped past her maw, cut off quickly when she trotted forward to inquire more about the topic. Unfortunately, the herd of elk came into sight then, causing Desai to pick up his trot to a run. She did the same, though rather than diving straight into the herd like most, she ran along the sides. As the cluster began to move, to flee, she snipped at flanks and pressed towards single elk at a time. It may have looked like she were goofing around, but she was trying to separate the herd from the weak, to make it easier to take down the target.Desai pointed one out, weaving her way over to the failing cow to scrape her teeth along its front and hindquarters. She bleated pathetically, a high-pitched sound that was slightly muffled by the drum of paws, the huff of breaths, and adrenaline fueled snarls. Her right ear flicked at a rumbling sound several yards off. Her curiosity piqued, she gave a sidelong glance for a brief moment in the direction of the rumble. A bull stood to their right, teeth bare and grinding angrily as he watched the hunt. Aiyanna couldn't keep her eyes on him long enough to see what his next move was, if he was going to charge or simply fum and bugle while his cow was killed, so she let out a sharp snarl to alert the others. "If he charges, some of us should break off and distract him in a different direction!"
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[size=7pt]Ensign - really? I love plots where the charries are bitter towards each other~ c: We might wanna figure out how their whole rivalry starts, though, so we don't have to go off of some little aspect... Maybe Rubare (I love his name by the way ^^) put in his 2 cents about how 'idiotic' Aiyanna must be to not know the basic foundation of a pack? She had to be taught like a pup despite being a full grown adult, and he sees her as a pathetic excuse for a pack mate? Aiyana typically doesn't let those kinds of things get under her skin, but he kept making it hard for her to integrate into the pack, so one day she just snaps and they get into a pretty big fight. Both would hear it from Kopa and have some sort of punishment where they have to work together (tracking, scouting?). Of course that wouldn't mend their relationship, it would just make it worse until they caused a big accident, like I said.
That's the only idea I have for now, so if you have any or you'd like to make alterations, I'd love to hear them~!Wild - I was thinking that during the hunt, the cow they're chasing holds her own for longer than they expected, breaking into the forest and eventually coming to the end of the territory line? The wolves hunting could bring her down then and as they're trying to decide to call the pack to her, or drag her closer to the pack, wolves from the neighboring pack arrive? They're all on unclaimed territory, so it's free game. The neighbor wolves try to pick a fight, end up pissing some of the more volatile wolves off, and they all actually do get into a physical fight. This is all happening fairly close to a cliff that plummets down to rocks and then more forest, and in the midst of the fight, they get a bit too close to the cliff. One of the wolves could toss the neighbor wolf off of them, and he/she ends up sliding off of the cliff. It's really no ones fault, but the neighbor pack will use it as a final push to get their Alpha to set an attack on Slough Creek.
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[size=7pt]Yeaaaahhh~! Right as the wolf is sliding off the cliff, most would try to leap forward to save him/her, but it's a futile attempt. All they can do is watch. And immediately after they would all be silent before the neighboring wolves let out snarls and some sort of threat like 'you'll regret that blah' before leaving. Then, like you said, it would just be tension filled days until something does happen. I think the neighboring pack should be sneaking into the Slough Creek territory just to leave marks on trees and mark their territory as threats and challenges, but they don't enact a fight until a day or so after Kopa dies. Everyone would be striken with grief, which makes them easier targets, not to mention the neighbors won't think Desai will put up much of a fight ^^[/size]
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Guilherme Tolino
NICKNAME |
Due to the difficulty of pronouncing his name, he often goes by his surname -- Tolino
'The Pitbull of the Valley of Sins' or 'The Pitbull of Sins'
↳ He received this alias for his vicious advances in the boxing ring. You'd be hard pressed to find a better fighter than the Pitbull of Sins.
GENDER |
Male
AGE |
Twenty-three
BIRTHDATE |
August 2nd
BIRTHPLACE |
Kakos
CURRENT RESIDENCE |
The Valley of SinsWOLF HEIGHT |
5'7"
WOLF WEIGHT |
418 lbs
WOLF APPEARANCE |
russet fur, golden eyes, stocky build, naturally crude expression, large paws, slightly longer than average tailHUMAN HEIGHT |
5'10"
HUMAN WEIGHT |
187 lbs.
HUMAN APPEARANCE |
messy dark brown hair, hard features, muscular build, hazel-green eyesPERSONALITY |
volatile, impetuous, loner, callous towards strangers, loyal to companions/loved ones, headstrong, protective, humorous once he gets to know someone, "lost soul"
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DISLIKES |INFATUATION |
will be Aiyanna Kateri
RELATIONSHIPS |
To be determined
KIN |
Mia Rodríguez [mother] [x] [deceased]
Jaden Tolino [father] [x] [deceased]
Michael Jones [adoptive father] [x] in the Valley of SinsHISTORY |
Parents moved from Kakos to the Valley of Sins in hopes of giving Tolino a better life when he was five. They fell ill from the journey and became bedridden for the next year. A friend they had in the city that made the move from Kakos several years back took on Tolino as his son when they passed. Michael owned a small training center for boxing/cagefighting and trained Tolino as he grew older.OTHER |
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Kaya Rae Dracke
NICKNAME |
Though no one has said the name in her presence, she is known as 'The Daughter of Tyranny' among the Carrion wolves and any who know of her family's reign.
GENDER |
Female
AGE |
Nineteen
BIRTHDATE |
October 15th
BIRTHPLACE |
Carrion
CURRENT RESIDENCE |
The Throne of BloodWOLF HEIGHT |
4'8"
WOLF WEIGHT |
341 lbs.
WOLF APPEARANCE |
charcoal fur with a brown dusting and silver streaks, piercing amber eyes, medium build, agile and muscular, sharp featuresHUMAN HEIGHT |
5'5"
HUMAN WEIGHT |
110 lbs.
HUMAN APPEARANCE |
dark brown hair, silvery-blue eyes, slender build, sharp featuresPERSONALITY |
quiet, tactical, feels entitled most of the time (though she's working on dampening that), protective, secretive, selfish, headstrong, does not trust easily, independent, always on edge, will not hesitate to defend herself
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DISLIKES |INFATUATION |
will be Jackson Merrick
RELATIONSHIPS |
To be determined
KIN |
Melisandre Houten [mother] [x] in Carrion
Titus Dracke II [father] [x] in Carrion
Titus Dracke III [older brother] [x] in Carrion
Noel Dracke [younger sister] [x] in CarrionHISTORY |
Grew up spoiled. She received everything she desired and no one could so much as whisper anything bad about her. Mother kept her and her sister sheltered from the atrocities her father commanded. Her brother began learning how to rule at the age of ten (he is 7 years her elder). She witnessed how cruel her family's rule is when she was seventeen and decided to move away to the Throne of Blood in secret. There is a bounty for her safe return to her family, though some that have escaped the Carrion would much rather slit her throat to avenge the loved ones they lost to the Drackes.OTHER |
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RHYDIAN RUMANCEK
[font=georgia][size=8]( full name )
Rhydian Gunari Rumancek( nicknames )
Rhys
/ pronounced Reese/( sex )
Male( age )
19( birth date )
July 24( powers )
[Creation & Manipulation of Earth]
With concentration and a steady hand, Rhydian is able to move and manipulate existing earth, and create/revive it if needed.
[Increased Strength]
While not invincible in any means, he is able to withstand/lift a considerable amount of weight/force compared to the average human.
[Animal Manipulation]
While it is a power that is in need of more practice and training, Rhydian is able to control an animal and see through their eyes for ten minutes at a time. This is done through an innate ability to bond with animals and communicate with them. Part of the communication is telepathic, but there are also aspects that allow him to understand and be understood through vibrations, physical cues, and pure emotions.( personality traits )
calm | collected | caring | proud | intense | assertive | hardy | adventurous | enigmatic | tenaciousWhile he is still kind and warm, he is much more likely to be volatile and crude when in man-made structures and locations; tenfold in cities.
( history )
Coming from a rather poor and abstemious (in terms of material goods) family, Rhydian was practically raised in the forest. He climbed until the clouds were just barely out of reach, he ran barefoot to fully embrace the tender kiss of earth on his soles (although he kept a ragged pair of sneaker to help the trek across rougher terrain), he studied the movements and habits of every creature he could find. Rhys was nothing less than the boy overtaken by the wild. When he returned to civilization, a small trailer home on the outskirts of a small logging town was where he he laid his head; although he would often rest in low branches or moss covered ground on summer nights. His mother was never one to restrain him from these odd habits, knowing full well that it was useless to wag a finger at a boy that allowed the wind to carry him from place to place.At sixteen, Rhys' was met with fits of random nausea and blotched vision. Over the course of a month, the symptoms went from manageable to debilitating. He could barely see, let alone stand up. Being unable to take him to a doctor, his mother turned towards friends that specialized in spiritual healing. Sage was burned, chants were hummed, remedies that could be mistaken for witchcraft were preformed, yet Rhydian was still writhing in pain. It wasn't until the Sensei arrived that he was relieved from this paralytic pain. Caused by too many years being bottled up, the Sensei interacted with several pressure points to release the build of power, ultimately leading to earth ripping up through Rhydian's trailer floor. After that, and an explanation from the Sensei to Rhy's mother, the teenager willingly followed the Sensei to learn of, and harness, his powers.
( hair color )
A pale brown dusted with golden tints from time under the sun.( eye color )
[click]
Piebald and unnerving, Rhys' eyes are that of an animal's; piercing and heterochromatic. The left is a vibrant vert, amber flecking the green near the pupil and moss ringing the entirety of the iris. The right is a clash of ice and damp-earth; an unyielding onslaught and a warm embrace all in one. When making eye contact, most see nature in all of it's glory, the beautiful and the terrifying, within the muscles of his gaze.( height )
6'0"( face claim )
Adam Gallagher( other )
Open for plotting for relationships with Rhydian~Nature shall feed, body and soul,
Some call it home, others a hole.
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[size=16pt]Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart[/size]
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[justify][font=verdana][color=black][size=7pt]NAME
Aiyanna Kateri Dracke
PHYSICAL AGE
21
ACTUAL AGE
21
BIRTHDAY
July 29, 1993
GENDER
Female
BIRTHPLACE
Seattle, Washington
CURRENT LOCATION
Detroit, Oregon
RANK
Rogue (will be Alpha)
DOMINANCE LEVEL
90/100
PERSONALITY
headstrong, currently abrasive towards lycanthropes, caring, hard-working, aloof, protective, possessive, impulsive at times, loyal, would sacrifice her well being for a loved one, hard on herself, intelligent,
HUMAN APPEARANCE
lean, 'bottle-shaped' physique, naturally white hair, naturally heterochromatic eyes (left is several shades of blue with a fleck of brown near the pupil, right is green with spots of amber around the pupil) but they are currently a bright amber-yellow due to her wolf being close to a shift, fair skin, soft features, 5'6", 124 lbs
WOLF APPEARANCE
alabaster fur lined with silver edges and black dustings, tan ears, grey shadows on muzzle and head, cream undertones, silver eyes, sleek features, slender/agile build, 5'6", 337 lbs
