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Name:Grimm

Age sad looks 19)239

Class:Lone Wolf

Weapons:Assault rifle, Sword, Fangs and claws

Personality:Trustful, Always smirks, Active

Appearance:"6'5"




Backround:He was 17 when his parents were killed by Lycans he escaped barely He then kept alive by mugging people until the day he was turned.He then joined Aro's pack.He met Kiara and introduced her to the them.Aro betrayed the pack and killed the rest of them.He tried to kill Grimm but Kiara interfered and killed Aro.

Others:Loves to fistfight, Loves to eat rabbits.

Name: Tanith

Age: 13, nearly 14

Class: Mage

Weapons: A self-made double ended sword made of jade, moonlight & starlight. A long, thin bladed dagger with UV inserted inside it's tantalium blade. Rather sharp teeth & stronger, thinner claws than usual. She usually kepps the sword wherever it is she's staying, only taking it out in preperation for a fight later that day or if she is moving from her lodgings. She Keeps her dagger with her though, but hidden, so no-one knows she has it until she takes it out.

Personality: She is usually kind and friendly, but has sparks of anger & flashes of annoyance as she gets irritated easily. When she turns, she gets extremely almost uncontrollably angry and will not stop her kill until she’s back to normal; due to the pain of her past.

Appearance:
+Human: Tanith Human
+Half wolf: Tanith half form
+Full wolf: Tanith Full wolf

Background Story: She was 11 when she was turned. Her parents had gone out for the night for dinner, leaving Tanith at home. Some ‘burgles’ broke in & Tanith tried to get them to leave, so one of them picked her up, bit her hard & threw her against the opposing wall. By the time she came too they had gone. When her parents came home, they fussed over her, telling her she was a brave girl that it was ok now. But she didn’t feel ok. Inside she felt weird. Everything was changing inside. She didn’t know truly what it was until the first full moon. Her parents got scared and told her she should’ve told them. She tried to explain to them she hadn’t known but they wouldn’t listen. After half a year of arguing back at her parents, they told her she was going to have a brother, and that he would be their only child. She was enraged & so hurt that they had said that to her That she turned, luckily she managed to escape before killing them, landing them only with some bad cuts, and a lot of new DIY needed for the house. Now she can’t return, and continues on in pain & anger, ashamed of what she’s become & of how her family turned on her as quickly as she herself was turned. She travelled to LA and found some other Were-Wolves, hoping to find a home here where they will not kick her out for being something she can’t help.

Name: Sirius Azazel

Age: Looks: 18; Actual: 198

Class: Ranger

Weapons: Teeth and claws. Holy water, daggers, big zanbato, and 2 pistols

Personality: Rude, arrogant, usually only cares about himself. Likes to start fights, to hurt or kill. Somewhat perverted, flirts a lot, with any girl he see's. Mean, hateful, bitter, and sadistic. Also he is EXTREMELY sarcastic and cocky. He has a sweet side (but good luck finding it)

Appearance:
Is only 5' 8'', with piercing manipulative eyes. Wears a thick silver bracelet ((over his glove so it doesn't burn his skin)) on his right arm.




Inbetween Appearance:




Background story: Siruis was turned lycan when he was 18. Growing up, he was very sweet, loving and protective of his family. His father died when he was 8 years old. Without his father Sirius was left to protect his mother and sister from harm. As he grew up he fell in love with a young girl who was a year younger then him. Her name was Anne. They were arranged to get married a month after he was turned.((remember he was that old a long time ago, so marriage then was normal)) When he came home one night after a village meeting, he was second in charge, he found his home pillaged, but not by an ordinary enemy. It was a pack of rogue lycans. He discover his mother, sister, and fiancée all slaughtered, a big black wolf with blood covered fangs hovered over Anne’s body. He took out his guns and shot at it, and before he could blink the pain came, and all to soon he was one of them. Now he never thinks of his past, ever. He considers it unimportant. Eventually as years went by he became leader of the pack that destroyed his people. Since then they have been killed off by hunters. He is trying to recontruct his own pack, by finding lycans that he can easily pick off to the rogue side. He has been roaming free on his own unsuccessful, but doesn’t mind, he usually just slaughters whenever he feels like it. Now he has come to L.A. to enjoy the endless tourist buffet, and he also heard it was a big spot for mythical creatures. If he can find some young lycans he can recontruct a pack. He also wants to nose on some of the other races, he normally isn’t fond of anyone outside of his own race, and he HATE vampires and hunters.

Other: Not all that muscular, but is very strong, he is a good manipulator, can trick people, and he is extremely agile.

Name: Jacob
Age: 14
Class: Hunter
Weapons: Stake, Claws, teeth, hands, gun, sword, knife.
Personality: Traitorous, and rebelious. Stealthy. Gets angry fast. Hes like a puppet. when someone asks him do do something he usually does unless he is feeling Traitorous and Rebelious.
Appearance: Long black hair, young, with blue eyes. Hes pale too. Not too fat not too skinny.
Wolven Appearance: Werewolf (when hes half wolf half human):

Wolf form ( when he is full wolf):

Background Story: Jacob was about 14 when his brother dared him to go into the Old House. A vampire there bit him. He loathed that vampire for years and still does. At first he helped him out alot. Then one day he was walking through the forest when a lycan attacked him. He was no longer a vampire anymore but a lycan. He wanted revenge on the vampire. So he went after Alexander. It was a failed attempt...

Name: Aracely

Age: She appears to be 20

Class: Ranger

Weapons: All her natural Lycan skills such as:
Razor Claws, Teeth, ect. Holy water, She has silver throwing stars which she carves her tatoo symble on them to signify that their hers.
She also wears silver crosses on ocasions.

Personality: Sneaky and quick. Could love easily but is afraid of loosing her heart to someone who would use it against her. Can have a firey temper and furious when provoked. She doesnt like to be told what to do and has friends both evil and good places to protect herself.
She likes getting into trouble.

Appearance: 5'0 tall, Pouty full lips, tan skin, Crimson hair, blue/green eyes, slim athletic body. She has some black tribal tatoos across her shoulder blades and down the spine of her back.


Wolfen Appearance: Red fur over white, with black tribal markings down her body and tail.


Background story: She was born into a pack, and raised to hate creatures not like her own. She fell in love with a Lycan boy and gave her heart and mind to him. He was worse than any vampire or creature she could ever face. He led her out of her own pack and used his love against her, she lost her parents from his murderous hand, and she lost her pack soon after.
She was forced to be alone, forced to love a man who she hated. She travled to La and swore to have revenge on that man and that she wouldnt be ruled again. She now lives amoung her own kind and is constantly hunting. But now a new problem occurs, she finds that her heart skips every time a certian Vampire is near -and its not just because he's trying to kill her.

Name: Raze

Age: 19

Class: Ranger

Weapons: Claws, Fangs, katana, temper

Personality: A bit shy at first, can have a bad temper. Likes to read and draw. Loyal. Is usually self-kept. Likes to have a sparring match every once in awhile.

Appearance:

Wolfen Appearance:

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Background story: Raze has been a lycan for as long as she can remember, which is about four years. She lost her memory at the age of 15. She was found wandering the streets, cold and on the brink of death. An old blacksmith took her in and had been a "father" to her teaching her everything she knows. She is an excellent swordsman and has a vast knowledge of all weaponry. About a year ago, the blacksmith was murdered by unknown people. Raze is now trying to avenge her "father's" death.

Name: Arly Nynx Radke "Ace"

Age: 19 turned when she was 17

Class: Rogue

Weapons: Playing cards equipped with both angelic and demonic blood, giving them a special abilities. Ordinary sword. Teeth and Claws.

Personality: Hyper most of the time, antsy and usually can't stand still. She appreciates sarcasm and insults. Witty and intelligent. Always in the mood to kill, in fact that becomes a constant suggestion she will make. Kill first, ask question later. Enjoys torturing others, making her not only sadistic but since she appears like her victims don't mind it, she is also a sociopath. Helpful yet clearly insane. Fleet-footed, little psychopath. Almost kiddish and likes to jump on people's backs.

Appearance: (pictures Are Aloud)


Wolfen Appearance: (Pictures Are Aloud)

Background story: Arly was hospitalized into an asylum when she was about nine. There's many reasons that led her into the psych ward when just a meer child. Growing up around psychotics was something that influenced her to take a piece from every patient and create stories. Her father died right before she lost it, and mother she never knew. Arly's grandfather was a doctor at the asylum. Since he was an expert on insanity he caught the signals instantly. Sudden moodswings, speaking to self, increased energy, emotional lability, most of the signs being ordinary to a child. But her father insisted, he, afterall, was a professional on the looney toons. So she spent most of her life in the ward. Then she began witnessing things. Things occuring right infront of her that didn't exist. Things about shifters, vicious hell hounds morphing into everyday humans. It did not frighten her but amused her. Those thoughts began once a new patient appeared. That patient murdered police since he claimed that they were 'werewolves'. It intrigued her sickly. She ran around explaining to other patients about them, which often aroused the mentally disturbed. Her grandfather had her locked up in a padded cell for causing so many riots. It was fine though. She would wait.
One night an extreme riot broke out. Doctors were being killed by a single man and luckily one of them happened to die too close to her cell. Arly was capable of escaping from a key the man held. So she snuck out while discord was taking back. Escaping was simple since the only one interested in keeping her there was her grandfather, and she easily stepped over his body.
There she was out, finally.
Her interest continued to lay within the werewolves she was told about. So Arly wanted to find them. She became a hunter or rather a tracker to find them. It was an amazing calling for her. She looked between the lines and recognized attacks and locations. Finding one was easy, and that lycan didn't appreciate it. He attacked her but she was capable of defending herself fine. In fact she was able to kill it to cease it's actions but not until getting bitten. Now lycanthrope, Arly became one of them, part of an interracial group.