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[Bavarian Creme]

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[Bavarian Creme]

xX______Miss Emily______Xx

Name: Emily Caswell -- Miss Emily, if it please you
Species: Werewolf
Sex: Female
Age: 170
Background/History: "I was born May 24, 1829 in the county of Kent in the great country of England. I was one of five children—three daughters, two sons. That is my story, and I am sticking to it! I had a fairly normal life. My family had some money to spare and, when we were grown, we would spend our summers in London—unless, of course, there was that dreadful Plague sweeping through the alleyways. I learned to play the harp—just barely, for my father wished me to become a goodly woman! I also took several singing lessons with my sisters. My music background is not what matters though! Where my heart truly lies is in making things: clothes, jewelry, hats, gloves, I even enjoy baking and creating the most wonderful designs with the icing and marchpane!
But I suppose you would care to know more about my lycanthropy. When I was 11, I awoke in the middle of a summer night from a horrid dream of someone chasing me. And…something changed in me. It was painful at first, but then, it felt right. I do not remember much else after that, to be plain. Luckily, the Plague was going through London, so we were residing in our country home for that summer season. After my first change, I aged much more quickly into a woman and finished aging around 14 years of age. After that point, I no longer seemed to get older. I have yet to see my first gray hair! When I was 15, my father arranged a pleasant match with me and a most handsome man—a human, no less! But sadly, after three years of marriage and no children, he was consumed with the Plague and passed away. Soon after my mourning period, I was summoned to the Academy of Blackthorn, as a student. There, I studied many subjects: languages, literature, mathematics, art and music, and science. But what I most enjoyed where the classes of astronomy. I also met my dearest friend, Richard, at Blackthorn. He was a mischievous student of sorts, but I kept him in tow!
After I left the school, I married again at the age of 22. I married this time of my own accord: for love. He was in the British navy. A strapping man, with a handsome face. But he died as well and I bore him no children. Two years later, at the Battle of Alma. I did not marry again for I was heartbroken and came to the conclusion that I must be barren.
At any rate, through the decades, I took on different identities and various jobs. I had travelled much of the world, seen many things, and met others like me, but I was never truly myself. I was living in Australia when I received a letter from Alistair Blackthorn himself asking me to come teach at his school.
So here am I! I’m currently teaching astronomy here at this wondrous school. I live in the North Dorm with the other professors and my dog William, named after my second husband. I insist on keeping the floor foyer bright and with fresh flowers, the same as my room. When I’m not teaching the classes, I am walking the grounds with William, baking grand things that I give to my students on Fridays, or making my own clothes and jewelry."
Personality: Kind-hearted. Witty, with a light sense of humor. Possibly a bit mad. Well-mannered and easy to get along with.
Appearance:
Human
Emily is 5'5" and weighs about 140lbs or 10 stones. She has fairly long, light brown hair which she puts up in curls daily. Her skin is like porcelain for she takes very good care of it. Her eyes are light brown as well, with golden flecks in them. She usually dresses in Victorian style dresses, rarely wearing modern day clothing.
x // Walking with her dear friend, Richard
Werewolf
She is not a particularly strong werewolf, but what she lacks in strength, she sure makes up for in speed. x
Weapon(s): Her womanly wiles. She doesn't bother carrying actual weapons--she doesn't need them! She has the power to track whatever or whomever she needs to through visions and what she describes as a "pull," though she has not had need to use this power for quite some time.
Current RP: Blackthorn Academy

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[Nutella Mocha]

Name: Richard Sievara
Species: Werewolf
Sex: Male
Age: 240
Background/History: I lived in a happy home, my mother and father successful in the business area. We were rich, healthy and coming up on the ranks of the elites. I was nine when my parents bore my baby sister. She was a gorgeous thing, and I fell in love with her from the start. I was holding her, promising her that I'd protect her and always be there for her. At the age of two she started to stand up, and I was the first person she walked to, her blue eyes wide with youth and laughter. I was the first word she spoke, and to this very day I can still remember what I felt when I heard her speak, "Bra-Bra".

She grew fast, and was a fine young lady, she soon became the lust of many young Lords, she got marriage proposals like a girl would get shoes, often and overly priced. My parents included me in all the talks about whether or not to accept this proposal or that, they included me because I was my sister's closest thing, I was her guardian and I knew almost all the young men that lusted for my sister.

One night, my sister and I were off to a ball. One our neighbors were having to celebrate the marriage proposal between their son and some other family's girl. We went, all dressed up, our parents were excited, my sister and I however, were not. I was reading a book to her, one that was in Latin and we were getting to the climax right when our parents came in and told us to dress. I was in a simple tuxedo, one that my father and mother said I looked dashing in, my sister was in a light blue dress, which made her blonde hair bright and her blue eyes glow. As we approached the manor, I felt her arms wrap around my own and she looked at me, smiling, and started to talk about the book. We fell into a light conversation, hoping that when we were in the ball, we would not be disturbed.

That was fool's thinking, my sister was eventually swarmed by young Lord's and to end the disturbance she finally went to dance with one. I was watching them, making sure the Lord was not going to do anything defiling to my innocent sister, he was one of the men we turned down on the spot, I didn't like him... He had an evil to him. The song ended, and he asked her to go to the balcony. She seemed to falter but then went, and I followed. My back was to the wall, so the wouldn't see me, and I soon heard her scream. I ran out, ran out to the horror of blood seeping past my sister's lips, blood coming from the stab wound to her chest and her falling to the ground. As her once lively blue eyes turned grey with death something inside me snapped and I felt rage of nothing I felt before.
The rest of the night was a blur, I remember feeling pain as hair enveloped my body, I grew large and my bones re-arrange and I roared in anger. I remember lunging, then black. My next memories was me waking up, deep in a forest, naked. I was cold and lost. As I traveled through the forest, I knew my directions, the sun was barely rising and by some of the landmarks, I soon found where I was. Some hikers were in the forest, and still asleep. I stole some of their clothes, and made my way back. I stayed away from my family, I watched them from afar during the day and once nightfall came, I broke into the house and grabbed things I needed. Then, I escaped. I was living in the Americas at the time, and I left from the northern states to the southern ones, living my life there. One day, the letter came, beckoning me to this school. I went, despite everything that told me not to go. There, I learned to control my forms, understand what I was. I left the school with gratification, but I left to never return. I moved back to the Americas, changed my name and with a regrown courage lived my life as a human.

So many, many years. Another letter came. I remember being shocked, staring at the neatly written letter. It was calling him back, beckoning me back to the school I used to live at. I remember, growing frustrated and almost tore the letter in half. I was under a fake name, in a new colony and he the man still found me! No matter, I found myself packing, quiting my job and even though I had no clue what Blackthorn wanted, I headed towards the Academy.
Personality: Despite his horrifying young life, Richard is a sweet man. The "perfect" gentleman, though he sometimes is a rather sarcastic man. He is lighthearted, likes to throw in a joke or two, but his sarcasm tends to get to you more. Richard always has a smile on his face, unless you stump him, and is always ready to embarrass someone with his words when they step out of place. He is a very intelligent man, he prefers sciences out of all the subjects that is offered at the academy. He however, chose Shapeshifting 101, for he felt that his easy-going and sweet attitude can help students not fear a change or form, because like everything, they have bitter and sweet effects.
Appearance: Richard stands at a good six feet, and has a lanky but somewhat muscular body. He is always wearing a tux, unless he has no classes and is wearing casual . He always shaves, so his face is free of scruff and hair. His dirty blonde hair is usually slicked back, and depends on the length if he decides to cut it or not. || Lycanthropy
Weapon(s):
He has a sword that was made for him by Blackthorn academy when he was a student. He still has it to this day, however, he depends on his mentalist powers ( he can hypnotize to a certain extent and can read you like a book ) and his werewolf forms to protect himself, students or friends.
Current RP: Blackthorn Academy.  

[Nutella Mocha]

Name: ]Evelyn Rose
Species: Werewolf
Sex: Female
Age: 19
Background/History: I was always the rebel. My parents hated it and me. They always asked, "Why cannot you be more like your older sibling, Jamie?" I would always reply back, "Why can you not love me the way I am?" It never worked, they never could grow love for me, not when it was all for Jamie. I was jealous at first, I hated my older sibling, I hated my parents but it soon turned into simple disconnect. I didn't talk to them anymore, I went out and partied, got drunk, did things a young girl myself should not do. What did it matter? My parents had disowned me a long time ago.

One day however, I really pissed off my parents. I remember my mother sobbing, sobbing in anger and asking what had went wrong with me. My father, he was glaring with the fury of seven Hells. He decided to take the motive and beat me senseless. Yes you heard right, he beat me. I was starting to bleed, I was only covering my head to make sure he did not get my face or tender skull. Soon though, all the pain just stopped, like as if some shield was put over me. I didn't hear his screaming and the sickening crunches that his boots made when they made contact to my rib-cages, all I could hear was my heart pulsing in my ears and somebody whispering: Kill him.

I did.

I changed, changed into something monstrous. The next day, I awoke, I was in my room, bloody and huddled into my blankets. I blinked and looked down, I was naked as well. I thought that maybe after my dad was done beating me, he let some man take advantage of me. Apparently that was not the case, I was all healed as well. I went and bathed, dressed and called out, I would not apologize to my father, not after what he did to me... I soon came to his office and there he was, dead, ripped up to shreds, so was my mother and my hated older sister.

I did not feel sorry, I did not feel guilty.

I was happy. I was finally free. I packed a few things and left, never turning back. I would not miss my life nor would I never want it back. Soon however, a letter came to me. I was living in Britain at the time. I went to the school, not to learn all the academics no, but I needed to learn how to control this monster inside of me.
Personality: My happy and go lucky attitude seems to make people attracted to me, they come to me when they need a smile, or a shoulder they can lean on. My school attitude however, is rather poor. I have no motivation to do school work, my grades are barely passing, I'm always getting in trouble for sleeping in class and for fighting in the hallways. I'm only here to learn what I am and to control it, and then I'm out of here. I tend to be a loner, but sometimes you'll see me around a group of students. I love living on the edge, nothing like sneaking out in the middle of the night to have fun in the forest, or pulling pranks on my professors. I love to draw and paint, it seems that is all I'm good at.
Appearance: he stands at a good five feet and five inches. Her obnoxious red hair was noticeably dyed, but that is no matter. She tends to wear bright colors, maybe nice earth tones depending on her mood. She has a nice thin frame, one that shows she has more agility than strength. || Imagine me Red
Weapon(s): I have yet to obtain actual weapons. But I count my mouth and my wolf form as a weapon.

Current RP: Blackthorn Academy  

[Nutella Mocha]

Name: Vincent Black
Species: Werewolf
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Background/History: I was born into a poor family. My father worked with the neighborhood blacksmith and my mother worked as a seamstress. I remember seeing pictures when I was younger, they were so proud of me, until my disorder came up. At the age of three I became incredibly shy and when my mother would greet me to the neighborhood kids, I would cry and try to stay away or I would stand and just let them poke at me. At the age of ten, it got even worse. I was in school; my parents were hoping I would go into college and get a better life for myself, but I seemed not to understand anything, everything was just a mush of words but however, science, it all made sense. I only went to school to learn the works of things, how this happened and why. With every letter home complaining to my parents, my father hated me more, but my mother would hug me and tell me she knew I was trying hard, and that she loved me. She then would ask me what I learned in science. Though I was failing other things, I knew tears would come to eyes when I explained the scientific world to her so easily and fluently, she hoped I would become a scientist.

My only problem is that I could not function in the real world. All the girls that my parents tried to make marriage compromises with me would complain and their parents would find me a complete fool. Soon enough, my parents could not match me with any girl, besides my level in science; it seemed I would have no future. However, one night, that would all change.

I was explaining science again to my mother; my father was at the blacksmiths late. I was get exciting, too excited. I don’t know why, but all of sudden I started to shiver, and words were escaping my mouth a mile a minute. Then pain erupted throughout my whole being and I remember grabbing my head. My father came in and yelled, while my mother was screaming. I heard my father grab his gun and my mother screaming now, ‘Don’t shoot him Jack! Don’t shoot my boy!’

All went black.

I woke up in my bed, naked. I got up and dressed, thinking what happened was a dream. When I went downstairs, my mother was crying, covered in blood, a sheet over a body. She saw me, an unbelievable sadness in her eyes. She gave me a bag and with some money in it, and handed me a letter. She explained and then told me to leave and never return, she would deal with the problem I left behind. My heart broke right then and there, I was a monster and my mother still loved me. I remember I hugged her for the longest of time and then left, to never return.

I headed to Blackthorn, I would learn to control this monster and maybe cure my social awkwardness and my idiocy.
Personality: I suffer from slight Autism, but it could be called "Idiot Savant", I love science, always have been good at it. However, I can't seem to get anything else right - from social matters or other subjects. I'm the loner, I just seem to always push people away because I can't communicate right, and the words always get stuck in my throat. But I'm nice enough; I could even help tutor science if you wish and if I could fine the spine to do so.
Appearance: I stand at a good five feet and eight inches. My hair is always short, whether it’s slightly spiked in the front or down depends on my mood. Sometimes I don't shave and let some hair grow. I'm lanky, and being a werewolf, I naturally have some muscles, nothing to brag about. I tend to wear slacks, usually black or khaki with a sweater or maybe a blazer. || Just can not help the beast inside me.
Weapon(s): I don't have any weapons! I'm a passive creature, but I guess I could use my beast form to protect myself if need be.

Current RP: Blackthorn Academy  

[Aki Reikasu]

Name: Selene Draque
Species: Werewolf?
Sex: Female
Age: 16
Background/History: Much of her history is unknown, but she was born and abandoned. She raised herself and can be very rough in her speech because she doesn't know how to speak well. She speaks with a British accent, which gives her the only clue as to where she's from.
Human Appearance:

Wolf Appearance:

Weapon(s): She uses a sword that she stole ( wink ) and her wolf form (duh)
Personality: She's very shy and hates asking for help.
Current RP: Forest of Terror / The Creatures  

[Bavarian Creme]

Name: Katarina Lindt, call her Kata
Species: Werewolf
Sex: Female
Age: 19
Background: Katarina is from Uppland, Sweden—near Stockholm. She is a normal Swedish girl, though her father is German. Her mother worked as a school teacher and her father worked at the fish market—a middle class family. She is an only child. She was never too popular in school, though she enjoyed a small group of close friends and a couple of boyfriends. She was happy with her quaint life and planned to go into some field of History as a career.
Kata was unaware of her first couple changes, for the most part. Her and her family believed that their house had been broken into because of the damage to the window in Kata’s room. That was…until the letter came addressed to Katarina Lindt. Her mother was the first to open it. She laughed it off and showed it to Kata’s father. It was thrown in the trash. But when another letter came—the same one, a few days later, her mother began to grown suspicious. She kept the letter hidden from her daughter, but kept a close eye on her, watching her behavior. She went to watch Kata sleep one night. She tossed and turned too much in her bed, something abnormal for her. Then, her mother saw her skin start to ripple as Kata let out several grunts and tossed some more. A growl escaped Kata’s perfectly pink lips. Unable to bear watching anymore, her mother left the room, shutting the door behind her quickly.
The next morning, her mother showed her the letter. Kata laughed at it, thinking to be a cruel prank. But her mother told her about what she had seen. “I love you, Kata. Very much,” her mother had said, “But, if this really is true, if a place like this exists, if you are a w—“ she couldn’t form the word “—I think you need to go. You can’t stay here. It’s dangerous, to you and your father and me.”
Katarina packed her bags slowly and quietly. She knew she didn’t have to bring clothes, but she wanted to bring memories and other knick-knacks. She packed a scrapbook her friend’s mother had made; she packed her favorite stuffed animal, a sheep; and three of her favorite books. She went to a jar hidden in her desk and grabbed her hidden money, stuffing it into a sock. As she was putting on her red pea-coat, her mother came into the room and handed her an envelope with more money in it. Her father and mother both hugged her goodbye, promising that she could come back once she had controlled whatever it is that she was. Then, they drove her to Central Station. She smiled to herself in the backseat of the car, barely able to hide an unexplainable joy.
Personality: She enjoys History the most and loves to read most anything. She prefers pure and light things when it comes to her clothing and décor tastes—nothing too extravagant, though. She has a fondness for the simple things life has to offer and is easy to please.
Appearance:
Human
She is 5’6” and weighs 145 lbs. She has the most alluring blue eyes and a quirky smile. Partnered with a heart-shaped face and dark brown hair, she has beauty that would have been appreciated much more in days long ago. x // x
Wolf
In her wolf form, she has dark brown, close to black, fur tipped with gray, close to charcoal. x
Weapons: She doesn't like to fight! She'd rather have a playful skirmish with someone instead!

Current RP: Blackthorn Academy  

[SpellCzech8]

Legal Name: Fraya Hráfnvin
Name: Fray
Sex: Female
Age: 23
Background: She was always odd; Wore odd clothing, spoke in an odd manner. Yet, they never knew just how odd she really was till that afternoon. It was the morning after the last night of Yule, very late morning. Around brunch time. The family, her way past middle-aged father and teenaged sister, had just awoken after a late night of partying that, as usual, Fraya had sat in a corner throughout. You see, Fraya liked art. No, loved art. Her family, however... They thought of it as a waste of time. She made use of her skill at her old highschool where she was a teacher's assistant in the art classes. They kept telling her to get a 'real' job. Her teenage sister, who loathed the very essence of Fraya's being for some reason unimaginable, couldn't stop giving her evil looks. Told her that one day, Fraya would get the picture and just leave like everyone wanted her to.
Was this cause for the events of today? I like to think not. You may think what you will, however.
Out she walked, her tanktop crooked from tossing the previous night and her baggy, drawstring pants catching on a stray nail in the threshold of her door, following her younger sister, Holda, with whom she shared a room. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and plopped down at the particle board kitchen table, her rickety, five-finger discount chair creaking, and waited for today's daily bouts that, sadly, were inevitable. Her father donning a filthy, thin brown robe, thin, stained cotton pants and molden slippers, came and sat down, clutching his rain-soaked newspaper and quickly-thrown together coffee that smelled of tar and milk. Rustling the paper, he began reading the front page, a blurred out headline only just showing the words " Gallery" and "Debut" in a greyish black ink. Snorting, he looked Fraya's way, quirking an eyebrow. " Oh, look, -more- idiots think they can get somewhere by scribbling on paper!" Fraya looked down, as if ashamed, but realy only holding her tongue before she mentioned her father's minimum wage job in the local diner and her younger sister's dope stash wrapped in a straight-F report card in their room. She stood, walking to the counter beside the sink to look out the window and watch the random stray cat slink by her filthy bottom floor apartment wall. Her sister, who had been leaning on a wall, laughed, and the stench of alchohol that still lingered on her breath filled the room, along with the smell seeping from her father's pores. Fraya coughed, and the two rounded on her, glaring so hard, she could feel their gazes. Turning, she found her sister an arm's length from her, a knife in her hand. A scuffle entailed, One fighting to confiscate the weapon, another out for blood. Eventually, the knife sliced a good bit of Fraya's shoulder, the wound biting deep. The scent of blood, even her own, had always thrown Fraya on edge. But, today... Today was different. Worse. She whited out, only gaining conciousness of what had just happened hours later, when she awoke in her bed naked and covered in blood. She Gasped, running into the kitchen to find a lot of blood on the floor, the walls, and the scarce furniture. But nothing else. She saw the cut on her shoulder and other various bad wounds that had reduced to look three weeks old on her flesh and figured that she had drunk a spiked drink last night at the party and... something happened. She just wasn't sure what. She shook her head, turned and showered and dressed, donning a pair of her black, baggy jeans and black tanktop, walking outside to find the mailbox empty save for a thick-papered envelope addressed to herself. Tearing it open, she read the letter and closed the box, not locking it. She folded the letter and accompanying map into her pocket, and went back inside. She went cautiously to her father's room, opened the door, sighing with relief when she found him not there. Purloining a few hundred dollars from her father's stash, and returning to her own room for her wallet, sketch book and car keys, she went outside, got in her car, and left.
Personality: Quiet, very passive. Likes to sketch. Will only fight for someone else unless under the influence of her Wolf.
Human Appearance: Tall, about 5'7", with long orange hair, always in loose twin braids down her back and bangs at nose length brushed to a slant across her face. Very pale, and has green eyes. Always wears black. Black everything. Wears heavy black makeup, and has a single peircing on her left brow, an orange and black stud.
Appearance: Long and lanky, her submissiveness keeping her small, even for a female. Her coat is long, and a black color with an undercoat of orange.  

[Aki Reikasu]

Name: Garett Draque
Species: Werewolf
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Background/History: He speaks with a British accent as he is from around there. His parents raised him well and he can speak a little too formal. He was born into a rich and wealthy family but soon, they were sought after for being "monsters". He was only two. When he turned three, his mother became pregnant with a second child. They had to leave the child after she was born, making sure she was safe with a pack of wolves. Garett was confused as to why they had to leave her.
Personality: He's outgoing but has a hard time talking to people. He likes to help others, but he doesn't like being helped.
Appearance:
~Human:

~Wolf:

~Half Form:

Weapon(s):
He uses a sword and his wolf form.
Current RP: The Creatures  

[Bavarian Creme]

Name: Rosaria 'Rosa' Da Via
Species: Werewolf
Sex: Female
Age: 22
Background:An Italian American, Rosaria was born on May 22, 1905 in Chicago, IL to Giada and Cosimus Da Via, one of two children, but soon to be three. Her mother and father opened up a tailor shop soon after she was born. While Cosimus taught his son how to run a business, Giada taught her two daughters how to sew and knit, but Rosa took things a step further and learned about jewelry making. She was soon being asked by family friends to make necklaces, hairpins, bracelets, earrings, and many other accessories.
Rosa’s life was normal, until she first went to high school. There, she met the most amazing girl. Her name was Alice: she was such a beautiful girl, with such soft hands and strawberry blonde hair. Rosa fell in love with Alice. It was the first time she had been in love. She had dated a couple boys before, but this was the first time she truly felt anything. When she was with Alice, her world was perfect. But Alice fell in love with a boy soon after being with Rosa. Brokenhearted, she fell into a deep depression, only to be pulled out by another girl. This girl, Melanie, was not as pretty as Alice, but she had been with women before and introduced Rosa to the idea of being a lesbian. Rosa’s relationship with Melanie did not last, but she had taught her to be proud of who she was.
Her first change was when she was right before her 22nd birthday. She was confronted by her mother about when she was going to get married to a good man. At the mention of being with a man, she became angry just enough to turn, claw at her mother’s face, and run away. When Rosa became human again, she found that her mother was in the hospital. She made her mother a simple bracelet with blue beads (blue was her favorite color) and went to visit her. Though Giada claimed to be fine, she was terrified of her daughter. However, she did forgive her; she would not hate her daughter for something that wasn’t her fault. Cosimus brought the letter from Blackthorn to his daughter a few days later, without having opened it. The letter from Blackthorn was the answer to Rosa’s dilemma. She packed her bags one night and left a note for her mother and father. With money in hand, she boarded the next train out of Chicago.
Personality: Wacky, weird, and silly. She is talkative and cheerful. She rarely has anything bad or negative to say, so people tend to think innocently of her. She is very crafty and thrifty: she makes her own jewelry and many of her own accessories. She adores coffee and ice cream.
Appearance
Human
She stands at 5’—an honorable height, and weighs roughly 100lbs. She has hazel-green eyes and straight brown hair. She tends to wear colorful clothing and plenty of handmade jewelry. Because of her small size, she has to have many of her clothes altered. She will almost always be carrying a brown shoulder bag, filled with yarn and knitting needles, wire and beads, and anything else she needs for her crafts. x // x
Wolf
She is small, very small, even in werewolf form. Her size makes her good for stealth. She has short, brown fur and the same hazel-green eyes in werewolf form.

Current RP: Blackthorn Academy  

[Bavarian Creme]

Name: Jason Ruiz
Species: Werewolf
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Background: Jason and Gael are fraternal twins born to Antonio and Mariana Ruiz. Antonio Ruiz owns a chain of slaughter houses in Texas, so the twins grew up in the saddle with silver spoons in their mouths. Their lives, for the most part, were uneventful. Their mother is a werewolf herself, something they were unaware of until their first change. Mariana was able to keep this hidden from everyone, even her husband, by claiming to be a sickly woman. Jason and Gael were able to graduate from high school by “bribing” their teachers to let them pass the classes. The twins were known for their liaisons with women, for there were many, and the incredibly lavish parties thrown at the Ruiz Ranch. They are very competitive with each other in nearly every aspect of their lives, but they still keep the deep connection they’ve had with one another since birth.
Jason was the first to change. On that fateful day, he went to the barn to get his favorite horse ready to go riding. The horse, frightened by Jason’s oncoming change, hurled him when he tried to get on the saddle. Then, she continued to kick at him as he lay on the floor of the stall, stepping on his chest. All Jason remembers is a pain, worse than the pain in his chest. When he came to, the horse was dead, half-eaten. His mother knew when she saw Jason again that he had changed and that a letter from Blackthorn was soon to come. She hoped Gael would not go through the same thing.
Personality: Laid-back, yet a bit of an adrenaline junkie. He loves to run, but has never been on any sports team. He enjoys the company of women, though rarely commits to anything long-term. He enjoys playing musical instruments, but he shines while playing the harmonica. He lives life in the fast lane and is a party boy. He loves his brother with all of his heart, considering him to be one of the few people he can rely on nowadays. He and his brother are constantly referred to as “bad news.”
Appearance
Human
He is 6’ even and weighs about 160lbs. He has light brown hair and grey-blue eyes. He goes back and forth between long hair and short hair, scruff and shaven. He usually wears comfortable clothing: jeans, and T-shirts. He tends to lean towards dull colors with his clothing.
Wolf
He is not strong, but he is very fast and can dodge most anything thrown at him. He has light brown fur and the same grey-blue eyes. He is generally the same size as his brother in werewolf form, but lacks the amount of muscle Gael has in exchange for longer limbs.

Current RP: Blackthorn Academy  

[Rivaxorus]

Name: Fenris clarmore
Species: Were wolf
Sex:Male
Age: 18
Background/History:
Fenris lost his memory long ago and after did not want any part of his family. He had lost who he was and was a new person, but when these men started chasing after him he got confused. There are only two of them but they say they know him from his past.....
Personality:
Since he lost his memory his new personality has come, and it is very different form who he used to be.

He not the kind of lay back guy who likes to be a werewolf he despises it and whenever he changes he hold it back and hides. His anger is bottled up inside and whenever taunted or provoked he can change at that moment and rip the person or creature apart if he could. When one tries to reach out to him he pushes them away, cna anyone save him from himself?
Appearance:
Human
You would expect him to be a scruffy 18 year old out law from the rest of his personality, but it doe snot mean he does not take care of himself....

He has a pale face with a small beard whatever you call it. His hair is short spiked and black and he was cute. Fenris is at least 5 foot 6 and has a nice white t-shirt on all the time. He has a fine leather jacket with black jeans and chained pockets. Fenris has a neat clean white smile and he sort of look like edward from twilight but without the sparkles the age and the hairy chest.
Wolf
His wolf from is quite stunning.....

He is a pure white wolf with light blue eyes. He has a strong figure, with a bit of gray coloring at his stomach. His light body weight makes it easy to dodge and run his full speed, he stays fully fed from hunting all the time and he does not normally hunt in his wolf form.
Weapon(s):
Bow and silver headed arrows.
Small pistol.
Fine lined meteor made sword.

Current RP: none

 

[XdisturbedxcoyoteX]

Name: Spike Aaru
Species: Wolf Demon
Sex: Male
Age: 5000
Background/History:Spike was born withing the Spirit World. A sort of seperate land outside of Earth, Heaven or Hell. It is know for allowing all species to exsist outside of the three normal realms. He was born the b*****d son of an affair his mother had with an unkown wolf demon ten years after her son Korua was born. Korua was the product of Spike's mother and his step father. Spike's step father was rather abusive to his mother, and he often had to watch his mother be beaten for pointless things. Spike himself seemed a bit of an awekward child, too tall or strong for his age.
By age six Spike's step father had found out about his mothers infedelity and flew into rage. He killed Spike's mother and attempted to kill him as well. Spike however fought and killed his step father before his half brother Korua could stop him. Korua knew Spike could be arrested or even executed to he took Spike away, changed his last name so it matched his real father's and even made sure the murder looked like his father killed himself after killing Spike's mother. It was then he decided a way to make sure the higher council never found out. He would train me to take on the highest honor a wolf demon could get. He would teach me to become an assassin for the Higher Council. There my records of anything would be wiped clean and changed to fit the Higher Council's needs at any one time. In my training he also attempted to teach me to become a little bit more human. However I delved so deep into my training as an assassin I did not even attempt to learn most of the manners and other things Korua tried to teach me. By age 18 all I knew was my training to become an assassin and the animalistic instincts that came from the wolf demon within me.
It was then decided by Korua that he had to make sure no one would ever find out he had exponged Spike's record. It was the perfect idea too, he would train Spike to become an assasin for the Higher Council withing the Spirit World. It was known as the highest honor a wolf demon could get and since they wiped the records of any wolf demon to be changed at a moments notice for any given job once he passed the pre-test, "boot camp" and the graduation test it would not matter if he ever had killed someone because since his recorded had been erased no one would ever know. However Spike was far too animalistic and though Korua atributed it to his father being too much of wolf, of having such pure wolf demon blood he still attemped to train Spike to also become bit more human, to learn manners and how not to scare most everyone with just trying to sigh and giving off this horrible growl instead. However it seemed Spike was more focused on his training as assasian however and did not really pick up such mannerisms. One thing he did pick up however was his older brothers teachings of his father and mothers Japanese heritage. He learned to speak Japanese, learned traditional methods of most everything, even the weapons and edecute in the house such as taking off shoes, how to bathe in traditional onsen's, how to make tea, such things that would not be expected but things he did silently cling onto in hopes of understanding the father and mother he knew so little of. By 18 he easily passed the pre test for Assasain's Training and rose to the top of his class. Even surpassing his brother who joined to keep an eye on his unruly and uneven tempered younger brother.
For years Spike was the top assasain in the squad, called away for extremly important missions, often leading teams of newer assasains just to teach them the ropes once the graduated. However soon enough things went south. Korua witnessed an incident of embezelment within the Higher Council. Something that would cause a rebellion within the Spirit World. Spike was quickly ordered to kill his brother and without a thought refused an order from a superior for the first time in his life. That did not go over well and his brother was capture Spike being ordered to be killed by his squad. In rage Spike killed everyone that stood in his way in an attempt to save his older brother, the only true friend and family member he had. He even killed some of the Higher Council before he was overpowered by many of the elders. From there he was captured, kept in a cage and then put on trial. He was then exiled and to punish him even more his brother was to be kept as a slave, after it was found out no matter how hard they tried Spike was too strong to keep from the Spirit World, this way if he ever entered again they could just kill Korua to punish Spike. This of course kept the wolf demon away without question, remaining on Earth and taking the only job he knew how to preform. He took a job as an assasain with a company called The Pheonix Group. He still works for the Pheonix Group now and again but his main focus is on the pack he has formed.
Personality: Spike is silent, cold, he doesn't talk much Most think maybe he is shy or stubborn but it is simply because he hardly sees a reason for talking. Most would describe him as the lone wolf or the lone beast due to his massive size. He is known to scare most people simple because he is more animalistic then anyone or anything else you might cross. Sometimes a simple sigh he might utter comes out as a growl that terrifies people even though he never meant such a thing. He is protective in nature, especially over what is his property. This comes from the alpha male's territorial instinct that drives this. He is known to fly into rage when someone insults or attacks someone or something he cares for. At this state he forgets trying to be humans and beomes the angry, uncontrollable and almost unstoppable wolf demon with the strength to rip trees apart. However he can also be known to be a gentle and kind creature, especially with those he cares for. He can even be romantic to a woman he loves. He is known for holding grudges and not trusting people. However he is also known for once he trusts someone being loyal to them to no end. Still he is hardly known for talking even with those he trusts, but this does not mean he refuses to open up. If he trusts you enough he might tell something about his past, though it will most likely be pieces and parts. All in all Spike is a unique yet silent individual that is completly the expected personification of a wolf
Appearance:Human Form

Full Demon Form sad strongest form and can change to it only when angered)

Half Demon Form sad what a wolf demon changes to on the full moon)

Weapon(s): 9 mm Hand Gun , Claws, Teeth, Strength, Speed, Fighting Skills, Knowledge Of Most All Weapons, Endurance ect., ect., ect.

Current RP: Wolf City Wars

Name: Mayla
Species: Coyote Demon
Sex: Female
Age: 5000
Background/History: Mayla was born to the Fallen Iris Forest Coyote Clan. This clan was set as gaurdians of the forest and Mayla was to take on the role of Head Gaurdian once she reached age 18. She was trained to fight, protect, care for and even hunt for other animals of the forest. At age 18 she wa given the Head Gaurdians final form moments after this a God, who had been waiting until she was given this form, took her and made her into his pet. He abusedc her, tormented her, forced her to fight others and kept her in a cage hardly large enough to fit her small five foot three humanoid form. She lived with him for almost 5,000 years when he got into a fight with another gaurd and he fell onto he cage breaking it open. Mayla fled back to the place she knew as home and found a pack of lycans living in it. She was taken in by the pack and now lives with them coming and goin as she pleases. She has come to love and trust each member of the pack which is a hard thing for her to do and will do anything to protect them. Including taking her final form to defend them which in her mind makes her more like a monster. This makes Mayla cute, fuzzy but far from harmless.

Personality: Mayla is a bubbly, cute and often shy creature. She acts more animalistic at times due to the abuse she suffered with the God who owned her as a pet. She is overprotective of her pack mates and of humans(even though she thinks the smell funny). At her age she is an older demon which makes her stronger then most however she rarely uses this strength except to protect her pack she will not even bother to defend herself and will take whatever beating comes to her. She is also know to always be wearing a smile even when she is upset, angry or depressed. It is a mask she learned…as long as she is smiling things must be ok.
Appearance:
Human Form:

Full Demon Form: A ten foot coyote(yeah hard to find that image wise)
Weapon(s): Fighting Skills, Claws, Teeth, speed, strength, enduarance, agility  

[Bavarian Creme]

Name: Sedna (Nauja)
Species: Werewolf
Sex: Female
Age: 121
Background/History: Sedna is one of the Inupiat of Northern Alaska. When she was born, her parents named her Nauja, meaning sea gull, for having skin the same color as a sea gull’s feathers. Her grandmother was the “music teacher” of the tribe and, seeing her talent for throat singing, took Nauja under her wing at a young age. Nauja soon became one of the best throat singers in the tribe; she began to win many contests against the children her age. This was her main selling point when her parents sought a husband for her. She was soon wed to Akluitok, the best fisherman in the tribe, becoming his second wife at the age of 13.
When the Europeans came to the tribe in 1821, Akluitok, desiring some of the rich goods the White Faces were bringing in, wished to trade Nauja for them. Nauja, distraught and screaming, refused to go with the strange people. To this day, she does not remember what happened when a White Face grabbed her arm to force her to go with them. She was told by the elders that she had turned into a “giant dog” and had bitten off the hands of a White Face and of Akluitok. She was told that the goddess Sedna wished her to have her name, by giving Nauja her gifts and showing the right signs. From that day on, she was known as only Sedna. She was revered as if she was the goddess herself. The community soon declared that Sedna was no longer married to Akluitok. The shaman took Sedna into her household. Sedna was now the main protector of the tribe: any time there was a threat, Sedna gladly went to defend her people.
It took a few years for the letter from Blackthorn to arrive. The letter had to be deciphered by one of the men: very few women could speak English in her tribe. It was an opportunity for an education—a White education. She went to Blackthorn Academy, on the premise that she would bring the knowledge she gained back to her tribe. When she had finished her stay at the Academy, she came home, bringing a wealth of knowledge. She had learned English very quickly: it was the only language spoken at the Academy; she taught the language to everyone in the tribe, along with astronomy and history about the world. She believed now that women were equal to men.
Sedna did not age. She stayed alive long after her parents’ and Akluitok’s deaths. But she stayed the same and kept the same job: defend the land. When the Europeans settled in the late 19th century and gave land to her tribe, she was no longer needed as a protector. As if by coincidence, a letter soon came from Blackthorn at the beginning of the 20th century asking Sedna to come teach music at his Academy.
Personality: Sedna still holds tightly to her animistic beliefs. Now that she is no longer with her tribe, she feels that she can develop herself as a person and no longer pretend to be someone whom she isn’t. She has found that she is a free and fun-loving spirit and loves the acoustic guitar and bicycles.
Appearance:
Human
She is 5’7” and very slender. She has long, dark brown hair with sweeping bangs and almond shaped brown eyes. x // x
Wolf
She grows to nearly twice her size in werewolf form. She has dark brown fur—the same as her human hair. Her howl can be heard for miles around, much louder than any other normal werewolf’s. Many believe this is a gift from Father Wolf, but she thinks it’s just a quirk.
Weapon(s): In her human form, she carries a four inch knife, more for survival than an actual weapon. In her werewolf form, she needs no weapon other than her own body.

Current RP: Blackthorn Academy  

[Aakosir]

Name: Aakosir
Race: Lycanthrope
Age: 38
Bio/History: Aakosir grew up in a small town far away from the large cities. She would run and play with the animals and other children. She would never wear shoes, even though her mother tried so hard. Her mother thought she was more animal than human. One day when Aakosir was in the deepest part of the forest she found a strange beast. It was a huge black wolf with blue eyes. Aakosir crept closer to the wolf. He lifted his head and watched with a strange intellegence in his eyes. As she crept closer still the wolf pulled back his lips and growled, but soon ceased. Aakosir held out her hand for the wolf to smell. He sniffed and licked a fresh cut. The saliva burned. Aakosir fell back gripping her hand as her body began to burn. She looked at the grinning wolf. Her body felt like it was being torn apart, piece by piece. Her skin was itchy and hot. She laid on the ground, writhing in pain. She screamed, but no one would hear her, as deep into the forest as she was. The moon rose, but the pain did not stop. Aakosir woke the next morning feeling achey, like she had run a whole continent with out rest. She stretched and froze. Two silver wolf legs stretched infront of her. She realized she was on four paws, not two human feet. She spun in circles looking at silver fur with pink tips. She ran to the river that she could now smell. The trees were crisp clear and the sounds where almost deafening. When she saw her reflection she stared into the violet eyes of a silver wolf. Her left ear was pink and the tip of her tail was too. She was no longer a human of thirteen, she was a newly born lycanthrope. And she knew it. The elders would tell stories about the strange beasts. They were said to lurk in the deepest parts of forests. She had found that to be true, alright. She looked around, suddenly not human at all, but she had a consciounce. She knew everything that she did as a human and more. She knew smells and how to hunt. She knew the night and it's creatures even better than before. She looked to the smoke rising above the trees, the town. She could never go back. She turned, with a solemn heart and walked deeper into the forest.
Personality- She is loyal to her friends and very active. She likes to be with others, but likes her alone time too. If she needs to side, she will, with no hesitation. She seems wild, but once she gets to know someone she might become attatched.
Weapons- None
Appearance:
Wolf- http://fav.me/d17pndr
Human- http://fav.me/dwcb2l
Current RP: None