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THE STORY
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Of all the of the Quileute legends, the creation of the spirit warriors is held closest to most hearts. Yet, as much that's known about it, even less is known about imprinting. Why does it happen? How are those who imprint selected? The questions go on an on.
Lately on the Quileute reservation, more questions have been added to the endless list. Though a few things are certain. Over the past two years, since Bella and the Cullens departed for Alaska, the amount of wolves amongst those on the reservation has grown to a ridiculous number. The reason for the spike is unknown. Now though, it has become clear that whatever controls the ability to imprint, is trying to right the numbers.The old theory about matching up the spirit warrior with a mate has been tossed out the window when wolves started imprinting on those of the same gender as themselves.
Many conflicts have arisen from these new imprintations, such as sexual identity confusion, problems with the wolf’s current romantic relationships, and many other personal conflicts. One thing is certain, it's happened and whether they are ready or not, life must go on for everyone.
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THE ROLEPLAYERS AND THE RULES
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Shadow Piranha
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The_Broken_Angel_Of_Time
participator, plot writer, co-thread creator
MI6 Agent 004
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Sadie The Little Lady
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Homophobic Flaming
If you don’t like homosexuals, get out right now because that’s pretty much all that’s allowed on this thread. We may make an exception or two, but the focus will be upon the homosexual imprinted couples.
Literacy/Quantity/Quality
No less than 1 - 2 paragraphs each post. Six - eight sentences a paragraph. Feel free to post more, but no more then 7 - 8 paragraphs please. We don’t want a novel. No one-liners. One-liners kill role plays. If The_Broken_Angel_Of_Time or I see any one liners, we will ask you to add more. If you can’t, you’ll be out of the RP faster then you can spell your own name backwards. Not that I need to do this, but no ** for actions. Seriously, I hope those of you who are joining this role play are beyond that level of role playing and know to write your posts as if you're writing a book. Otherwise, you'll be out just as fast as you will for one-liners Be literate, there are spell check systems out there. Check over your post before you post it to make absolutely sure there's no grammar mistakes and be descriptive! If all else fails, insert thought.
Appearances
For Profiles: No anime. You don't look like an anime, so your character is not going to be one. There are websites listed in the Player Information post if you would like to use them. Just please, don't use scene/emo kids. That's all people seem to use nowadays and it's getting pretty damn old. If you need a photo uploaded and resizing done, but don't know how to do it, come to me and I can do it for you.
For Posts: 9 - 11 size font. Pictures are loved, and obviously you must use your posting color. And no more than one character per post, meaning if you have two characters, do their posts separately, or create a duo format [but only if they are interacting with one another].
God Modification
None of this, please. I cannot stress that enough. Control your own character[s] and your character[s] alone. No randomly killing people without making sure that it’s cleared with the player, and with me! I need to know if you want your character to die.
PG - 13
Basically follow Gaia's Rules & Guidelines, along with their Terms of Service while in this role play, and you won't have any problems with me. If you must have your characters do anything that would violate Gaian law, use this: [IMG]http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk54/akiranamasaki/Designs for Crap/censored_big_icon.gif[/IMG] And just time skip over all the inappropriateness. Swearing, however, does not apply to this. Gaia has no rules about swearing, they have filter systems for that, so swear as much as you'd like. Just please, keep it reasonable.
Activity
Try to post every day, but of course, people do have lives outside of Gaia so we can’t always be on. If you won’t be on for more then a few days, please tell the RP. It really helps out when we know you won’t be on. Two weeks is the longest we’re going to wait for you without a solid reason. If you give us a reason in advance, you may have as long as the people you are RPing with can handle. If you are quitting, please notify me or The_Broken_Angel_Of_Time.
Application
Please don't alter and/or change the profile I provide for you. It's made for a purpose, not just for my entertainment. PM the application to me when you are finished.
Introductory Post
Must be at least four paragraphs. Five - eight sentences each. If you can't think or run out of things to say, don't give up. It may take a while, but if you're really meant to be in this RP, then you'll be able to make the requisites. After that, you may post as directed in the second rule.
Rules
The_Broken_Angel_Of_Time and I have the right to modify them however and whenever we please. We will announce if anything on the rules list has changed to avoid conflict.
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PLAYER INFORMATION
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Click here.
The above link will direct you to my test thread where I have [in the first post]links to image sites, name sites, a color list/symbol thread, and a range of profile formats [in the following posts].
Profile format:
INGCOLOR][size=16][align=right][quote here; links to extra pictures is optional][/align][/size][/color]
[imgright]A photo of your character, no wider than 290 pixels.[/imgright]
14]NGCOLOR]What You’ll Get From Me On The First Meeting...[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]NGCOLOR]My friend’s scream[/color]
[Name here [Nick-names too!]]
OSTINGCOLOR]I blow out this many candles[/color]
[Age here [High school ages, please [15-19]]
OSTINGCOLOR]The parts in my pants are[/color]
[Gender here]
TINGCOLOR]My pants go crazy for[/color]
[Sexuality here. [Homosexual or Bi-sexual]]
GCOLOR]I’ll jam to this beat[/color]
[One-Two theme songs here][/size][/list]
4]STINGCOLOR]Only My Friends Know This Stuff… [/color][/size]
[list]10]INGCOLOR]I act like this on a normal day [/color]
[Personality here [2+ paragraphs here, please]
NGCOLOR]Oh, that scar?[/color]
[Bio here [3+ paragraphs here, please]
GCOLOR]I can’t get enough of[/color]
[At least 5 likes here]
GCOLOR]Keep away from me[/color]
[At least 5 dislikes here]
NGCOLOR]The person I love[/color]
[Imprint here][/size][/list]
[size=14]OSTINGCOLOR]Only My Pack And Imprint Have Seen This Side Of Me…[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]STINGCOLOR]Rawr! I’m a wolfy! [/color]
[Link of your wolf form here]
OLOR]This is my bigger wolfy side [/color]
[Optional, link of your werewolf form here]
INGCOLOR]And behind this mask is[/color]
[Username][/size][/list]
[imgright]optional icon image link here[/imgright]
[imgright]optional icon image link here[/imgright]
[imgright]optional icon image link here[/imgright]
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THE PLAYERS
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Villains
Alexei Nicolovich Crezmonzy, "Foxglove"
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Wolves
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Katherine Morgan
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Zephyrus Lee Gordon
wolf 1
Cosyne Jackson Lakerson
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wolf 3
Humans
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alpha's imprint
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Luke Etherin
wolf 1's imprint
Mohinder Kiran Bala
wolf 2's imprint
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wolf 3's imprint
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Luke's bright green eyes took in the scene around him. A dirty, badly lit school hallway. But, the thing that made it stand out the boy was the fact that it was clear of any other kids. To him, this hallway was like the stairs to heaven. At the end of this hallway sat the music room. And in the music room sat his guitar case and his music. The loud, shrill sound of a classroom bell rang in his ears, but at the moment he didn't care about class. His eyes were set, dermined to get to that light wooden door before the swarm of childern came. Using the classic quickwalk, Luke started the long path down the hallway. Kids flooded out of classroom doors when he was about halfway through the hallway. Great, just great. I really hope they don't get in my way... he thought, silently glared at each person that passed him. Some of them glared right back; others were mildly surpised by his narrowed, dangerous looking eyes, but most of the students didn't notice the shorter boy who was storming throught the hallway. Finally, he reatched the end, sliding into the room carefully. As the door swang shut, the sound proof room was silent. For a moment, Luke's eyes slipped shut, just enjoying the quiet for once. He loved it when it was quiet. But, he loved it even more when some music hung in the air.
Smiling giddly to himself, he padded over to the leather guitar case. Popping up the bass clips, he pushed the top of, reveling a softly polished, oak guitar that sat in black velvet casing. He really didn't even want to touch it, for fear of ruining it's perfect frame. But, he was brave, sliding his fingers under the neck and carefully lifting it out, letting it sit on his lap. Running his free hand over the smooth, glossy finish of the body, his eyes sparkled with love. This gutiar was his baby. He loved it almost as much as he loved Kris. Key word being almost. Pushing the very thought of Kris back into the pit that was his throughts, Luke started tunning.
After properly and perfectly tunning the guitar's thick strings, the musical boy started warming up a little, playing bits and pieces of some songs he knew by heart. A lot of them were his own personal songs, but a few were other songs he enjoyed listening to. Warming up his fingers and refressing his brain didn't take too long, maybe 5-7 mintues. Wiggling out his fingers, he thought of a song to play. Perhaps, Soft Spoken Words? Nodding to himself in agreement, he hummed the notes along for most of the song, just to give his brain and ears a small refressment. After he could clearly remember all of the notes, his fingers started dancing across the frets and strumming against the strings. This song was a wordless song, only his guitar music. Closing his eyes, he slipped into the pure music that came from the beauiful thing under his finger tips.
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Zephyr sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He wanted to go home, spend a few hours in front of the TV, spend a bit of time drawing, and then sleep. That's what he did every day it seemed, but it was a routine - a routine that he liked. Glancing at his watch as he wandered towards his last class, art, he figured how much time there was left in school. Probably another hour, then he'd be home. Walking into the art room, it wasn't that far from his previous class, he gave his teacher - Mr. Shawgo - a small smile. In around five minutes his bag was sitting on the floor at his feet and he was doodling a pair of stilettos he'd seen somewhere before out of boredom. He hadn't even realized Mr. Shawgo had been trying to get his attention until one of the pencil sized markers hit the side of his head. "Kid, stop doodlin' in that damn book and come do something for me." Mr. Shawgo said. Zephyr nodded and closed his book, putting it away before going up to Mr. Shawgo's desk.
"This goes to the office, this goes to Mrs. Collins, this goes to the cafeteria, and I'd like it if you could stop by the music room on your way back and see if you can't get Mrs. Meyers to give me back that stapler she borrowed this morning, it's the only one I've got that works anymore and I need it back," Mr. Shawgo said and Zephyr gave a nod, picking up the papers that Mr. Shawgo had been pointing at before leaving the room. He was a bit annoyed that he'd been disturbed from his work, but it hadn't been anything of great importance. Had it been, Mr. Shawgo would have no doubt asked someone else to deliver the papers and retrieve the stapler. After he was out of the range of the fine arts building's line of sight, he gave the papers a little look see. They were all the same, they just had different names on the post-it notes, no doubt who they were for. Some sort of memo about Homecoming next month and the banners that the art class were supposed to be making. Shaking his head, Zephyr started paying more attention to where he was going and less to the papers.
It wasn't even Homecoming month yet and the whole school was excited about it. Girls ogling the dresses in fashion magazines and planning pre-Homecoming shopping sprees. Guys acting as if they're not worrying about it at all, but in fact thinking out about who they were gonna take and stressing out as they mentally struggled over their petty likes and dislikes. Zephyr hated it all, and he purposely avoided all talk of it, even when his father asked him who he was taking to the dance. It was all pointless to him. He was a Senior, and was thinking more on things like college and tuition, scholarships and grants than anything else. Interrupting his thoughts though was Mrs. Jackie, the cheerleading squad coach and the high school office secretary. "Well, what do you want?" She asked, he'd apparently been standing there for a while for she'd already gone back to popping her gum that annoying way she did. "From Shawgo," Zephyr said handing the secretary the papers, and mentally ripping the gum out of the woman's mouth as she waved him off, popping the gum loudly before tossing the papers into the top bin at the edge of her desk.
Turning and leaving, Zephyr rushed as fast as he could through the rest of the deliveries, ending up talking to Mrs. Collins for a few minutes about the dress she was wearing. She thought it made her look fat, which it did, but Zephyr wasn't about to tell as school official that. By the time he reached the music room he was praying that Mrs. Meyers wasn't in her room and he could just go in, grab the stapler, and get back to the art room. He paused outside the door with his eyes closed, giving a small sigh to cool himself down before opening the door. Looking at her desk, not even paying attention to the sound of music as he knew Mrs. Meyers left her music on all the time almost, he saw she wasn't in her room. Giving another sigh, this time of relief, he quietly closed the door behind him and walked over to the desk, digging through the mess of papers until he'd recovered the stapler. He tossed it in his hands, smiling a bit at his success before turning to leave.
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- For a soild 4 minutes, Luke sat, fingers flicking over the strings and shifting on the frets. The loud sound of the door clicking open caused him to stop, slamming down hard on his last note. Carefully peering his head around the corner, he noticed that nothing was really disturbed; both swinging doors were closed shut, and so was Mrs. Meyer's office door. Through the small window on the door, Luke could make out a figure in there, scrambling through Mrs. Meyer's desk drawers. Ah, so he was sent by a teacher to get something. Or he got something taken away and was coming to get it back. Either way, it wasn't Luke's bussiness what he was doing in there; it's not like he really cared. Shrugging his shoulders, he waited for the male to leave. He wasn't playing again until he was long down the hallway. It was on of his biggest pet peves when people listened to him play without his consent. It pissed him off to no living hell. Sighing, he noticed the door had swung open again. Staring blankly at the boy, he paciently waited.
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Zephyr started when he saw the boy sitting there, staring at him as if he were waiting for something. His heart raced a bit, he hadn't realized anyone was in the room, let alone someone who was playing a guitar so well that he'd thought it was the radio. Zephyr flushed in embarrassment and scratched the back of his neck with his free hand. "Er... Sorry," Zephyr said giving a small laugh. "Didn't realize.." He began, his voice trailing off a bit as he actually looked at the boy. This.. was no boy at all. Unnaturally piercing green eyes, mussed up dark black hair, black ring snakebites... this was the face of surprising beauty. Surprising because Zephyr hadn't even seen someone this attractive, not even amongst the wide variety of people on ModelMayhem.
Now Zephyr's heart was racing for quite a different reason and his free hand slipped from the back of his neck to hold the stapler with his other hand. He was on the verge of snapping the stapler in half, but he didn't realize that with his eyes glued onto whoever this guitar playing wonder boy was. He felt compelled to say something, anything, but he didn't know what to say. Without even opening his mouth he knew that whatever he'd have to say would sound stupid. He said nothing then, it was better to say nothing and be thought a fool than to say something and prove those thoughts true.
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"Mohinder, dear, can you answer the phone?" Mohinder could hear his mother calling from the front room. They'd gotten the nicest place available in this po-dunk town, and it still seemed cheap and gritty to him. "Yea mom," Mohinder called back and picked up the phone. "Hello?" He asked and a voice began rattling off in French. "Un moment sil vous plaît," Mohinder spoke into the phone. "Maman!" He called, and he could her hear clicking her tongue in annoyance before getting off of the couch and accepting the phone from Mohinder as she walked into the kitchen. "Oui, bonjour..." His mother spoke into the phone before pausing. Mohinder walked into the living room and then up the single set of stairs to find that there were only four rooms and a bathroom. One bathroom, Mohinder thought with disgust. He'd had his own private bathroom back in Florida.
"Mohinder," his mother called his name again, her footsteps sounding up the stairs. "I have to go to Seattle for a few hours, set up for the photo shoot and then I've gotta come home and unpack. Do you mind keeping an eye on Mimi?" His mother asked, her equally dark skin looking even darker against the plain white walls of their new house. "Yea, go ahead. I'll make sure she doesn't do anything to get her in trouble," Mohinder said, disliking the prospect of watching his mother's Pomeranian, Mimi. "Thanks," she said and gave him a brief kiss on the cheek. "Take care of yourself, and if you go anywhere take the Ferrari please, just because this town is small and unused to expensive things doesn't mean we have to lower our standards," She said and patted his cheek before turning and dashing down the stairs. Mohinder silently celebrated his his mind, the Ferrari was his favorite to drive.
"Try and bring back some Chinese will you?" Mohinder called after her, leaning against the upstairs railing as he watched her grab her back and head for the doors. "I'll try my love," she said as she pulled open the front door. "You might want to unpack a few of your things while I'm out. We won't have time tomorrow," she said before blowing him a kiss and disappearing out of the door. Mohinder frowned, trying to think as to why they wouldn't have time and then he remembered he was supposed to be starting school at Forks High tomorrow. Pulling at his face he sighed and pulled at his red tie, loosening it. He felt over dressed and ridiculously bored out of his mind. He needed a break from things. Walking into the third door on the left, he saw that most of his things had already been unpacked. His bed was made and his desk was already set up with his Mac and the few other electronics he had. He pulled off his tie as he walked in, picking up his bottle of Armani cologne and spraying an x across his chest.
Bark! he suddenly heard behind him and turned to see his mother's pitch black colored Pomeranian Mimi sitting in his doorway, a lime green tennis ball under her front paw. It was pretty adorable, and Mohinder couldn't help but give the stupid little dog a crooked grin. "Hey Mimi, how ya doin' girl?" he asked in that sweet high voice it seemed everyone used when talking to something irresistibly cute. Mimi barked and took her paw off the ball, nudging it and then chasing after it as it rolled over to Mohinder's foot. She pawed at it and tried to get it in her small little mouth but she only managed to make the ball roll under the bed where she quickly followed. Mohinder shook his head and looked at himself in his full length mirror someone had conveniently placed on the outer door to his closet. It wasn't a walk in, but it would hold his clothes. Mussing up his hair and unbuttoning the top two white buttons of his suit he appraised himself. He looked damn sexy in his opinion, but he didn't expect any of the men here in Forks to appreciate anything other than his car and maybe his suit. When he was sure he was ready he put Mimi on her leash and headed outside.
Mimi barked excitedly, this being the first time she'd smelled fresh air since Mohinder's mom had brought her in from the car that morning. Mohinder gave her ears a good scratch before he stepped off the porch and headed for the garage. It was just to the left of the house once you got off the porch and it was bigger than the house was oddly. It was one of the reasons Mohinder had agreed to purchase the home, their cars would actually all fit in the garage. Punching in the alarm code and hitting enter, he waited for the garage doors to open and looked out at his surroundings. It seemed like a quaint little suburb, but it wasn't the big city he was used to. By the time he'd turned back to the garage the doors were open and Mimi was wriggling to get free. Mohinder let her jump from his arms to the ground and he kept a tight reign on her leash so she wouldn't get her paws into the mud. She was his mother's show dog and Mohinder would be the one to give her a bath if a single drop of mud got into her champion winning fur. Mimi didn't go for the mud though, she went after the tires of his SUV. Mohinder let her chew on them as he picked the keys for the Ferrari off of the hook by the light switch. It was bright enough that he didn't need to turn it on.
"Let's go girl," Mohinder said as he pressed the unlock button on the Ferrari's controls. The car's lights lit up and it beeped at him. He grinned and Mimi followed him as he walked over to the car. As soon as he opened the door the little dog clambered into the car, jumping across the shifter to the passenger seat before Mohinder had even fully opened the door. He gave the dog a small smile before tossing her leash across the back of the passenger seat and getting in himself. The car was warmer than it was outside, which Mohinder was thankful for. He probably wouldn't even have to mess with the AC or the heater to get it the right temperature. He started the engine and closed the door, pulling on his seat belt and backing the seat up a few inches. The rear view mirror was already pointed out he back window and he didn't have to worry about anything besides pulling out of the garage. Putting the car in drive he eased on the gas, but braking when he realized he had no idea where he was gonna go. Shaking his head he decided he'd try for Port Angeles. His mom had said she was gonna be gone for a few hours, he didn't have to stay in Forks. Pressing on the gas again he pulled out onto the street, prodding the button attached to the sun visor that would close the garage doors. "Here we go," he said to Mimi.
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- The color that flushed the boys cheeks was actually a pretty adorable action. He was obviously nervous, scratching the back of his neck. His neat chocolate brown hair and muddy brown colored eyes worked well with his long face. He was an attractive guy. He would be even more attractive if he had a beauiful singing voice, like Kris, but no one could move his heart like Kris's songs. Sighing faintly in memories, his bright green eyes darkerned with sad memories. He had to close his eyes for a moment to make sure no wettness leaked from them, like the usually did when he was thinking about Kris. Turning his attenion back to the boy when he spoke in a nervous voice, chuckling in a stressed sort of way. Shaking his head at the boys words, he replied in a quiet tone, "No, it's alright. I'm used to not being noticed." His darker thoughts were starting to surface from that instance of thinking about Kris, like they usually did. Quietly shaking his head, he shifted his eyes to the floor for a moment before polietly lifting his eyes back the boy.
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Zephyr frowned at that, it wasn't right. Someone this gorgeous shouldn't be allowed to look so sad, and to sound so depressed. He may not have been trying to show it, but he looked down right pitiful. Glancing down at the stapler in his hands, Zephyr decided that if Mr. Shawgo came looking for him and the stapler he could just say he had trouble finding it. The state Mrs. Meyers's desk was in, it wouldn't be that hard to have something get lost. Walking over, Zephyr pulled up a chair and sat next to the guitarist, holding his hand out. "Zephyr Gordon," He said, introducing himself. He mentally smacked himself for just going over and being friendly with the guy. What if he wanted privacy? Zephyr would leave if he had to, but he wanted this guy's name. "What about you? Got a name?" he asked, getting a bit quizzy, as he called it.
