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    C a m d e n G a l e
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    camden "cam" gale
    16
    amity born

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    I watch with cobalt blue eyes as people begin to choose. My hands begin to feel damp and knots twist around in my stomach. I swallow and bite my lip. My mother takes my hand and smiles at me "Don't worry Camden, you are fine. You will know what to choose when the time comes." She said with a smile and continued to watch. But the thing was, I didn't even know what I was going to choose. The thought just made me feel even more sick. But it wasn't for the normal reasons most choosing had.


    I remember my test. The woman had rushed me out. But not before she told me what my results where. Amity, and Dauntless and Erudite. Divergent. The word, just thinking about it made bile rise up my throat. I had to lie about my results, or it could kill me. I wipe my sweaty palms on my red skirt and brush a strand of my ginger hair behind my ear. The amity colors seemed to clash with my hair, the freckles that adorned my skin were product of working in the fields all day. My mother who shared the same hair color as me could somehow pull it off with the red and yellow, whereas I couldn't.


    "Camden Gale"They called and my heart dropped to my stomach. I slowly got up and curled my toes in my shoes walking down to the front under the watchful gaze of my mother. I grab the knife and make a small cut on my palm. Without a second of hesitation I hold my hand over the dauntless bowl and hear my blood sizzle "Dauntless" the man called and I grab a bandage spreading it across the cut and sit down in one of the seats not daring to look at where my mother was.


    (So sorry for not posting! Im afraid Im in England right now visiting family so my posts may take a while :) )


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    Everyone knows the story of Little Red Riding Hood. But do they? What they don’t know is that the wolf was not a wolf, but a werewolf instead. One that knew the secrets of the old witch that lived in the woods. The one who lived peacefully, but practiced magic and threatened to extinguish the werewolf race. So the pack leader, the Big Bad Wolf, killed her, made her disappear. But the huntsman, the witch’s son, sought revenge and got it—finishing the pack leader for good. But this only created a larger blood feud, sending the whole pack out to get the huntsman and his family. With the huntsman’s only daughter, Caitlin, in the middle of this war, the pack will stop at nothing to get their final revenge and end the war. But when Caitlin and one of the wolves fall in love, what will become of them?


    So basically this is a semi/advanced thread, I have just a few requirements below ;
    -please lets keep this pg13 shall we?
    -please do not use any anime or menga photos ect. For your face-claim
    -if you have questions don't be afraid to ask me!
    -to join I just need a photo there name and age
    -lastly thank you for joining!

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    how far are you willing to go, to get what you want?
    what will you do to get to the top?

    thats exactly what you will find out at melrose.


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    Melrose Academy has stood strong for over 25 years, supporting and providing for young adults in their artistic endeavors. Only legends have managed to graduate and move on from this school. Vocal trainers, singers, actors, dance teachers, and professional dancers from across the world accredit their talents and skills to this academy, which boasts over 200 students in each department. But Melrose is a boarding school at the end of the day and what is a school without some drama?


    The competition is fierce here and the personalities are all different. Some came already with the confidence that enables them to be the best, others still need to be knocked down a few notches. Some have not even begun to grasp their full potential, others still have a lot of work to do. But one thing’s the same - everyone sees a sign with their name plastered all over it. The fame, the fortune, the life – they all want it. And all of them would do anything to get there – anything.


    It’s a brand new year and all the students are in for one rocky year. Opportunity is around every corner and if you’re not careful, you might either find yourself in one sticky situation after another or you might even lose your chance. With all the drama, hook-ups, break-ups, lies, back-stabbing, manipulation, fights, and surprises, how far are these kids willing to be pushed?


    The real question is – how much is the fame worth? Your loves? Your best friend? Your morals?
    Only you have the answer.


    Welcome to Melrose.


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    to reserve a dancer ;
    Full name ;
    Age ;
    Gender ;
    Face Claim ;
    Dancer claim ; (which dancers videos you will use)

    This bunch are probably the best dancers in the school. Some naturally-born choreographers and others a tad bit more flexible, they all are talented individuals that can express themselves through their body. A lot of people have made it far from this department and the newer generation only aims to raise the stakes. They are generally seen as a unit, though most tend to have friends outside of the dancers.




    to reserve a singer ;
    Full name ;
    Age ;
    Gender ;
    Face Claim ;
    Voice claim ; (which singers voice you will use)

    This group is filled with individuals whose vocals range from various degrees. Some simply perform on their YouTube channels every other day, hoping to one day be heard from the internet. Others try to perform at whatever cost and at any location. A few of them are actually close, but this is the one group everyone should be scared of. They have great sway with the school board – the founder was a singer.




    to reserve a musician ;
    Full name ;
    Age ;
    Gender ;
    Face Claim ;
    Musician claim ; (which musicians videos you will use, optional)

    The last group is probably the most looked-over and underestimated group of the entire school. However, people need to recognize that it is in fact the musicians that pull everything together and this group is ready to prove themselves. Most mastered at least two instruments at a young age and have only improved. And everyone best beware – this is where the majority of the double or triple-threats reside!




    to reserve a actor ;
    Full name ;
    Age ;
    Gender ;
    Face Claim ;

    This group is probably the most ruthless of them all. Appearance is everything! They are the primadonnas, the ones who can fool you into believing in and everything. They can manipulate you without you even realize it and are probably the most ruthless when it comes to getting what they want. And they won’t stop at nothing to achieve their goals – even if that means double-crossing anyone that gets in their paths.


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    rules
    --Face claims are negotiable, but there may be some that I will be stubborn about just because some people are overused.
    --Please be respectful. This is MY roleplay and I can remove your character if it has come to my attention that you aren’t being courteous to other roleplayers.
    --Understand that there is no guarantee that every character will end up with a love interest. Some storylines don’t need to be all about romance.
    --No Mary or Gary Sues. Give me depth. But no emo cutters or abused kids okay?
    --The first part of the password is your favourite hobby.
    --Get as creative as you want with the form, but don’t forget to have all of the requirements from the code.
    --I would really like it if everyone could stick to getting one character from both genders, but it is not a requirement.
    --If your not going to have a face-claim please just make sure the photos match!!
    --Reservations last 48 hrs. If you don’t have at least a WIP up at the end of that timeframe, your reservation will be cancelled. Likewise, WIPs can only last for 48hrs. After that, I will remove your character. If you are too busy to finish creating your character, you are too busy for this roleplay.
    --Inform me if you cannot post often or if a problem arises with another rper so I can properly deal with it.
    --Second part of the password is your dream home location.
    --This is advanced which in my eyes means two paragraphs with 5-6 well written sentences. Sometimes low muse is understandable but if its like really short each post thats not okay
    --Have fun!


    form

    testing/using twelve!


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    [align=left][font=georgia]awesome! So I was thinking we start before the chief of the pack is killed and they could run into each other or something along those lines}}


    Wind blew fiercely, blowing most of my dark brown hair into my face. With my one free hand I brush as much of it away as possible. Again able to see I take in the fresh powder which had fallen not only weeks ago. My father always said that the snow kept the wolves in. Which made our jobs easier. You see I come from a long long line of hunters, and not your run of the mill animal hunters. We're werewolf hunters. I had grown up with the thought implanted that they were vile creatures who did nothing but kill. I adjust my grip on the gun in my hand and continue to do a border check as ordered. "Mags! Up here!" My older brother Jake called. Now before I go any further, let me just tell you that I have two older brothers, Jake and Rowan and one little brother Ian. I probably wouldn't even be on patrol if it weren't for the fact my brother came with me I would probably be at home. My dads just a bit protective of me.


    "Yeah Jake?" I ask catching up to him, "Look, fresh tracks." He said brushing at the snow. I furrow my brow, "What would the wolves be doing here? We have borders." I say crouching down next to him to look at the tracks. Jake ran a hand through his short cropped hair and tilted his head to look at me, "I don't know, They're getting restless. This isn't going to end well for anyone," He said standing back up "Look, I think I'm gonna head back and inform dad. You can finish the patrol up right?" He asked and I nodded. "Okay see you at home." And then he turned on his heel jogging back to our house. We didn't live in town. In fact we were quite far out in the middle of the mountains with a few other family's that were hunters.


    Standing back up I begin to finish up on the border and everything seemed in check until I saw a few more tracks. These seemed even more recent than the last. I bit my lip in confusion. There shouldn't be any tracks out here as far as I was concerned. I bent down to get a closer look and then look up. I scan the tree line narrowing my dark blue gaze a bit trying to look for any sign of a wolf. I stiffen hearing a noise behind me. I quickly stand up and hold out my gun at whatever I just heard.
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    thanks! I will have my forms done soon!


    gah sorry for not looking at the rules super well i understand if you delete my post again >w<


    is it cool if my girl is the model?


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    They know that there are werewolves and can change but Maggie just wont know at the very start that max is one}}


    I continue to watch the tree line trying to figure out where the noise was coming from. I chewed on my bottom lip, eyes flickering over the small patch I was checking. I felt my heart rate increase after what felt like hours of silence. Another gust of wind blew more hair into my face. I try to blink the hair out of my eyes but am quite unsuccessful. I begin to brush it out of my face again when I here a sharp snap and a whimper. I immediately load my gun and freeze again. I prayed it was just some woodland creature who got caught in one of our traps. You see I had never dealt with a real werewolf.


    Or a wolf for that matter. Although I had shooting practice, I had only shot at targets and the occasional rabbit. Not anything like a werewolf though. Just the thought made my heart beat faster. And I knew that was a bad thing. Most animals have fairly good hearing, and if it did so happen to be a were, I was screwed. I would sound scared because, well I was scared. I adjust my grip on the barrel and cautiously take a step forward. I keep this up for a minuet until I can finally see a shape behind the snow capped bushes.


    It was a wolf. As far as I knew anyways. My eyes widened a little bit just at the possibility that it was a werewolf. I glance down at the trap, his front paw had been caught. I weigh my options in my head. Either leave him and let my brothers take care of it, but that would probably mean killing it. Or, let it go and pray I don't get eaten. I sigh agreeing with myself that option two is better. I look into its amber eyes and never break my gaze setting my gun down in the snow. It slightly sunk deeper into the white powder as I did. "It's okay" I said


    I bent down on my knees and looked at the trap, then back at the wolf. "Look I know this hurts and you probably have no idea what I'm saying, but if I let you out of this try not to kill me okay?" I say leaning over and pushing away some of the snow away looking for the little button that undid this whole mess. I cringe a little at the strong smell of blood which had started to pool a bit near the metal contraption. I find the button and look at the wolf for a second before inhaling nervously and clicking the button. The trap came unhooked from the wolves paw with a small thud as it hit the snow.


    I slowly get back up and grab my gun watching it for a second. Thats when I hear voices, my eyes widen and I give the wolf a look urging it to run or leave. Thats when I head out of the tree line and find Jake who had returned with my father "What where you doing back there?" My father asked "Well, um I thought I heard something but it was just a rabbit, thats all." I say and his face instantly calmed. "Okay, well lets head back it's getting dark." He said and he and Jake took the lead heading back. I follow after taking one last glance and the bushes where either the wolf was still concealed or gone before following after my father and older brother.
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    within half an hour we where home. My cheeks had turned a almost bright red color along with my nose. I bury my neck deeper into my scarf and follow my brothers inside. Warm air hit my in a pleasant wave as the red made a mad dash from my face as it resumed its normal color. I unwrap my scarf and hang it on the hook along with my jacket. I watched my father carefully. He seemed so tired, I mean it made sense. Lady Arista had been killed fairly recently. Lady Arista was my grandmother. Everyone thought she was a witch, and it was sort of true. But the werewolves didnt like it and killed her. I sometimes wondered if my father would ever recover. And right now it didnt really looks like it. "Dad, you should get some sleep okay?" I said with concerned eyes. He smiled a bit "What would I do without you mags." He said and kissed the top of my head before closing the door to his room.


    I sigh and sit down in our tweed lounge chair closing my eyes for a brief second. Thats when a large mass pounced on me causing me to jolt up right. "Geez maggie your sure on edge right now." Ian said rubbing his head from where he fell. Along with dads heavy coat. Sometimes I didnt get my little brother, "well someones pranks are getting worse right now." I answer with a tiny smirk. "Yeah whatever." He said throwing the jacket at me and heading to the room he jake and rowan shared. I roll my eyes and hang the coat back up on the hook. "Mags make sure you turn it at some point okay?" Rowan said and I nod and he and jake head in after Ian. I sigh thankful for the quite. Living with four boys was kind of hard. Jake was turning nineteen soon and each birthday after sixteen in this family you went on a solo hunt. I of course wasn't allowed to without supervision. You tried to get a wolf or even better a werewolf. That thought suddenly brought me back to the wolf from earlier. He couldn't have gotten that far with the injured paw.


    And we took a very early morning patrol and he would be caught. I begin to panic for some reason. I shouldn't care this much, but it was injured. I bite my lower lip and making sure everyone is asleep I slowly make my way into the kitchen and grab our emergency kit pulling out the gauze. I also grab a towel. I didn't care if it wouldn't work it was worth a try. And maybe it could stop the bleeding or lessen it. I grab my gun just incase and slip on my coat and scarf. Carefully I shut the door and race into the night. I try to locate the spot suddenly thinking that the tracks and blood wouldn't help his chances of not being caught.


    I made a mental note to cover it up on my way out. He wasnt in the same spot as last time which meant he was in werewolf territory. I breath in and out shakily. I build up some courage and step within there border and try to find the wolf from early. I see little droplets of blood and follow the trail. I stop maybe ten feet from the wolf and watch for a second. I continue forward gripping the towel in my hand. I step in front of the wolf and crouch down seeing it still awake. "God this is so stupid." I mutter to myself, "okay again you probably have no idea what Im saying but I am taking one hell if a risk coming here to do this so please dont try to kill me or make loud noises." I say.


    Cautiously I lift his paw praying I dont get my hand bitten off. I begin to make careful work to wrap the gauze around his paw hoping it helped with the bleeding.
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