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 Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 2:29 am
 To Whom it May Concern,
I know who you are, I know what you are, and you have been chosen by me.
Now before you panic and throw this into letter into the fire, allow me to introduce myself. I am Alistair Blackthorn, and I am the Headmaster of Blackthorn Academy. You probably have never heard of Blackthorn, but then, that’s the way it should be. It is an elite school, where you are trained in the ways of the mind as well as the body. It is a school for people like you. You are what others call “Werewolf”, “Monster”, and “Demon”. We are, in the Ancient Language, “Luna Liberi“ , the Children of the Moon. But you are not alone. I too am like you. I have made my curse a blessing, and have created this academy as a haven and a training ground for others.
I have invited you to this academy with the express wishes to teach you, train you, and protect you. Until now, you have been able to hide your difference from the world, but the time is coming when you will not. Without proper training, the Moon will take control of you until nothing of your sanity remains. But you can survive, as I have.
We Lycanthropes are much greater in number than you may know, but we are being hunted. Hunted by human slayers and mercenaries, sometimes even those we love. I implore you to enroll in Blackthorn, for your own future, and for the future of Werewolves. I have included the money you need to get here as well as instructions. You must leave your home with no explanation or trace. If I believe you may compromise this Academy, I will take steps to rectify the problem swiftly.
On a lighter note, your schooling is already paid for, and you need not bring any personal effects. Blackthorn can provide all you need.
I look forward to our meeting, and your success at the Academy.
May the Moon light your path,
Headmaster
Information
This is an advanced literate realistic werewolf RP with a Story Arc. Advanced literate meaning your post should extend well beyond the three-sentence rule, describe setting and other characters, as well as contain appropriate use of italics for thoughts, and quotations for speech. If you need an example, please look at my own, Tomomi Chihiro and hellbreaker777’s posts in the wolf-pack subforum. This also means there is a certain expectation of you to be a pretty avid reader. If you are not, you may have trouble even keeping up in this style RP. With that in mind, continue reading. If you get tired just reading my Prologue, this may not be the RP for you.
It is classified as “realistic” by the fact that there is no magic, and your character may not have paranormal powers beyond my modified version of lycanthropy and simple telepathy. (feel free to PM if you want a power you think fits in this standard, but don’t get your feelings hurt if I say no)
A Story Arc is a main plotline that provides structure to the RP, as well as offering quests and story direction. The Story Arc of this RP has already been determined by me, and will play out in the course of the RP. This does not mean you cannot do things outside the main storyline by any stretch of the imagination, but I ask that you not attempt to change the Story Arc. So if Headmaster posts a plot twist, it is there for you to follow.
This is also a school setting RP, meaning you should be attending the classes you enrolled in during the day, eating on the grounds, and sleeping in your assigned dorm, not out gallivanting in the woods all day and sleeping on a tree branch. That would get you disciplined or expelled. (That kind of defeats the purpose of the setting.) It’s just not that type of RP.
And being a school setting RP, you may not have
A. A family/self-created weapon. Your weapons will be given to you by Headmaster (just tell me what kind of weapon you want when you enroll in classes. You’ll get the weapon you want, custom made, but it fits nicely into the storyline)
Lycanthropy
In this RP, I have modified some notions in lycanthropy, and chosen that which offers more choice, power and plot to the RP. In my version of Lycanthropy, your character can take five forms. And this will be explained in more depth in Headmaster’s Address.
Human- pretty sure you know a few.
Werewolf- the easiest form to obtain, but the hardest to master. This form makes the shifter unstable and prone to fits of rage, confusion, and other side effects, as well as extreme fatigue. It is the only form you will have obtained upon your arrival at Blackthorn.
Wolf- the next easiest form to obtain. A wolf, as in, the animal. More control in this form, but the user is prone to neurological problems if used too often and without discretion. The overlap in DNA can cause the user to begin memory loss, and the first memories to go are learned behaviors. AKA-how to act like a human. But training can alleviate this problem quickly. Overall, a speedy and controllable form.
Greatwolf- This is the morph that falls between werewolf and wolf form. The Greatwolf form synonymous with the now extinct Dire Wolf. It is the form with the greatest defense and communication abilities. Greatwolf form allows the shifter more speed and power than the wolf form, as well as a heightened sense of perception, what some call ESP. This is the form Headmaster is currently studying.
Half-morph- the term “Half-morph” applies to the morph between human and werewolf. It allows the shifter complete control but greatly decreased power. This form is the fastest however, marrying the speed and senses of the wolf with the perception and balance of the human. It is only taught to senior students.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 2:31 am
Rules of the RP
[oo1] Paragraph a post. Stop, and I will ask you to lengthen them. Three strikes, and I will seriously think about asking you to leave.
[oo2] Gaia’s rules, you should know them by now
[oo3] Please do not post OOC comments here, post them in the OOC thread here
[oo4] I reserve the right to deny entry to anyone and to modify/add rules as I see fit.
Joining
To Join, please fill out this Skeleton and PM it to me. Do not do so until finished reading the entire first page. Since this is an advanced RP, I ask for a relatively thorough character description. Reveal as much or as little as you wish, but I’ll PM you back if I think it needs to reveal a little more. If you need help, PM me, I'm happy to assist.
Legal Name: (character-First and Last name required)
Name: (What you wish to be called by fellow players)
Sex:
Age: (please choose an age between 17 and 25, college age)
Background: This should include your discovery of your lycanthropy, and how you escaped your current household. Please try to avoid the dead parents thing. Your upbringing is an important part of your character development.
Personality:
Human Appearance: I actually prefer a photo, but an illustration is fine too. Remember, this a picture of a person, not someone with ears and a tail.
Appearance: Werewolf is all you need right now
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 2:32 am
Blackthorn Academy
Blackthorn Academy was founded in 1728 by it's current Headmaster Alastair Blackthorn, after the fall of the last great leader of the Underground. The remaining Lycans in England were thrown into a state of confusion as the hunting intensified tenfold. It was once his private home, where he hid many Lycans during the Hunts of the 1730's and 40's, where they helped him construct the impressive buildings, while he trained them to live with their curse. They then spread across the world, each to increase their knowledge. Most returned to Blackthorn to become it's Professors in the following years.
The School is divided into five parts, each containing a different set of buildings.
The Center of Campus is Dominated by a clock tower, surrounded by cobblestone and an outer ring of large Oak and Maple trees.
The Clocktower chimes every hour on the hour to signal the end of classes. You will notice that the bell's note is extremely deep, barely perceptible to humans, but within the hearing range of Lycans and other animals. At the bottom of the Clocktower are large message boards where public notices and Ads can be posted. The interior of the Clocktower is off-limits to students unless they obtain express permission from an Instructor, and will remain padlocked at all times. South of the Clocktower is a large grassy lawn, a Quad, with a forum at it's Southern end. The Forum is an area for addresses to the Student Body, due to it's lovely acoustics, but tends to be used for student gatherings along the lines of protests, and open air music performances.
South Campus
South Campus is divided in half, the left dominated by the Library, and the right by the Cathedral. The Library features collections in English, Old English, Spanish, German, French and Arabic; collected by Headmaster and the professors over the past century. It's interior is lit mostly by natural light that cascades from huge lead-glass windows, many depicting ancient Lycan stories in stained glass. The Blackthorn art collection is also housed here, and consists of paintings, illuminations, scrolls and sculptures from around the world. The candles are lit at 8, and you may stay until 10. The Library opens at first light.
The Cathedral is open to all faiths, and is built in a Gothic revival style. There is an organ and classical piano inside. It is a sacred place, blessed by Catholic priests, Hindu Shamans, Muslim prophets and pagan worshippers alike. Please respect its sanctity. At the far South of this area is the Gate.
East Campus
East Campus is home to the Sun Dorm, Soare, as well as the Observatory, and the Outfitters.
The Sun Dorm is centered around none other than, the Sun. Huge rose bushes surround the outside of the building, blooming from Spring to Autumn in Champagne, Yellow, and Red. The interior of the building consists of a Foyer, a Dining Hall, several sitting rooms and the upstairs Dormitories decorated in a rich and exotic style. The Dorm color is Gold, and it's pennant is a gold rampant wolf on a red-orange background. The sun sits above the wolf and a scroll sits below with the words "Lux Lucis Fulsi E" "Light Shines from Within".
The Observatory is used for stargazing and charting. It is only available to students enrolled in Astronomy or Astrology on regular days, but is open to visitors on the new moon of every month.
The Outfitters provides the armor, weapons, and clothing you will need. It also has an adjoining Apothecary's Shop where you can find salves, herbs, bait and other miscellaneous items.
West Campus
West Campus is home to the Moon Dorm, Lunare, as well as the Studio and the Trading Post.
The Moon dorm centers around the Moon. Ivy grows up the sides of the building and Scotch Moss with delicate white flowers covers the ground nearby. The inside is much like the Soare, but decorated in a more subdued and elegant style. The dorm color is Silver, and it's pennant features a silver wolf on a deep blue background, howling at the moon and the star Sirius. A scroll rests below it with the words "Verum Increbresco" " Truth Prevails". '
The Studio is a large home built in the German style, with rooms for practice of the visual and performing arts, as well as a student gallery and private art studios. Fine Arts and Music classes are taught here.
The Trading Post is mainly a thrift store where students trade books, cloth, weapons, and knowledge. Other items are available such as furniture and supplies.
North Campus
North Campus is the Professor's side of Campus. The Professors who do not live in either Dorm reside here with Headmaster. Their living quarters are off-limits to students, but you may enter the first floor foyer. There is a row of bells that ring Professor's rooms as well as mailboxes for each one.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 6:38 am
Remember to keep this map in mind. It will help to avoid confusion.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 8:39 pm
Off Campus
Blackthorn is enclosed by stone walls that surround the perimeter that blend into the forest around it. The main Gate is located at the Southernmost end of campus, and several small gates can be found around the wall. You are allowed to leave campus between first light and sunset. If you are not home by nightfall, your professors will track you down and make sure you get home. These rights can be suspended as punishment.
The Forest
When leaving campus, take your map and compass. The surrounding woods are deep mixed forest, fading to evergreens as you progress North. If you proceed Southwest, you will reach a small lake. There is a boathouse open on holidays and weekends. The forest is a rocky, mossy forest resembling the forests of the Pacific Northwest to the East and West of Campus. The weather often changes quite unexpectedly. Rushing creeks abound in the area, fueled by run-off from the mountains to the Northeast.
The Caves
Because of all the water in the area, many caves can be found. You should not be entering them unless you are enrolled in a Naturalist class. They are very dangerous, though beautiful. Some are only accessible by dropping into them by rope.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 7:08 am
Professors
Your professors are all like you. Lycans, though much older than yourself. They are all different. And their teaching styles have evolved from their life experiences. They teach up to three different classes.
Legal Name: Richard Sievara
Name: Students call him Mr. Sievara, other teachers call him Rich or whatever nickname they have for him.
Sex: Male
Age: He's 240, but looks 30.
Background: 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. Ralpheal 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.
Human: [^- Up] 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.
Appearance: Lycanthropy
Legal Name: Victor Feldspar
Name: Professor Feldspar
Sex: Male
Age: 347
Background:Victor was born at a time of momentous change. The Great War, already having been waged the past thirteen years, was coming to an end. The North and West of Asia had finally settled upon an uneasy truce and the market exploded. Victor grew up a strong, strapping young man on his family's farm and fell deeply in love with a neighboring aristocrat's daughter. He had to work hard to prove his worth to his girl's father, but eventually he was allowed to court her, as well as paid for Victor to attend school, at which he was highly successful. They spent all their time together, sharing their deepest secrets, and planning their wedding day. One night, they snuck out together, walking through the deserted fields outside their small town.
Soon their walk was disturbed though, when they stumbled upon a group of drunken men laying in the grass. They immediately took a liking to Victor's girl, and Victor was knocked to the ground, dazed, hearing only his love's frightened screams. The biggest man proceeded to kick in his ribs until something changed. The pain stopped, replaced by a burning sensation all over his body. The next thing he knew, he was leaping into the air, filled with insatiable rage. He mercilessly slaughtered the group of men, and passed out soon after.
When he awoke, he was alone and freezing. He trekked back to the town, taking a scrap of clothing from one of the dead men to cover himself. But when he arrived, the townspeople were waiting for him, lead by his love. The people drove him out, nearly succeeding in killing him, then torched his family's farm. Betrayed and outcast, he went West, and was eventually found by Alistair. He spent many years with him, and left after the Hunts died down. He moved to the coast, as far East as he could go, passing his old town on the way. His old love had died and was buried on the outskirts of town. He spit on her grave.
When he reached the Coast, he boarded a boat to North America, but ended up staying in the Pacific Islands instead. He loved the solitude and rawness of the island chains, and enjoyed that he could live in peace, studying the Earth. He is still unsure just how Headmaster found him, or how the parchment letter found it's way into his cave dwelling, but he returned to Blackthorn to teach Geology afterwards.
Personality: A severe man. Much of his personality is like the stone he studies, harsh and unyielding. He is opinionated and hurtful at his worst, but a strong ally and fantastic teacher. He does not take friendship lightly, and is still a suspicious man. Though his brooding qualities tend to show often, he is a lover of Nature, and finds solace in it.
Human: Above.
Appearance:
Legal Name: Emily Caswell
Name: Miss Caswell or Miss Emily
Sex: Female
Age: 136
Background: I was born May 24, 1791 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 20. I married this time of my own accord: for love. He was in the British navy. A strapping man, with a handsome face. But two years later he died in the Napoleonic Wars. I bore him no children and assumed myself to be barren. I did not marry again, for I was heartbroken so.
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. 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 used this power for quite some time.
Human Appearance: 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 Richard
Appearance: She is not a particularly strong werewolf, but what she lacks in strength, she sure makes up for in speed. x
Legal Name: Amaguq Tikaani Aningan
Name: Tika (To students: Mr. Aningan)
Sex: Male
Age: looks 22 but is really 102
Background:Tika was born in the Alaskan wilderness, within the Inuit tribe of the wolf. His tribe was born from descendants of "Wolf Warriors". He was the first one born with the active gene in well over five generations. When his tribe saw that he possessed the wolf warriors spirit, they were wary but raised him with love and care. They trained him in the ways of the warrior. He always was fascinated with wolves and often watched them for hours when he could find them. He also sculpted them from ice and was always carving them out of wood. When he started to become more wild and was influenced more and more by the wild wolves of the forest, his tribe told him to leave and search out his purpose for his gift. He was 20 and and he left without a second glance. He loved hos tribe but they could offer him nothing. The war over territory had ended, thus the time of the wolf warriors had long over. He had made his way onto a boat and found himself in America. There he lived by terrorizing settlements for a time until he became bored. He traveled on and found himself in England. It was the perfect place for Tika. So many opportunities. Unlike the Americas though, the people he tormented soon began to come together. They chased Tika away. He fled into the woods but the bloody English never gave up. He had to hide and live in the woods, as a wolf.one day as he ran from an angry group of humans who he had swiped a pig pig from, he came across an interesting scent. It smelled human but wolf. There were ore than one. He followed it and found a blond man. He skidded to a stop in front of the man and held his gaze for a while, but the sounds of the villagers were getting closer. The man had held the gaze without falter and when Tika let on that he needed help, the man took off to the villagers and pointed them in the wrong direction. Eternally grateful, Taki followed the blond man and revealed himself. The man was not surprised and instead introduced himself as Richard Sievara and showed Taki to Blackthorn Academy. After graduating from the academy he returned to offer his artistic skills to the students.
Personality:He's a bit of a rascal, and likes being difficult. His years at Blackthorn have softened his personality, making him a bit more social. He loves those who like what he does. Sometimes though, his mischievous attitude get himself and those around him in trouble.
Human Appearance:6'3" dark skinned with black hair and blue-gray eyes.
Werewolf Appearance: He grows to to a whopping 7'3", because of the selective breeding in the past history of his Inuit tribe. He has white fur, even though his hair is black.
Legal Name: Roranna Nautil
Name: Just call her Roran or Roranna
Sex: Female
Age: Looks 26, but is really 273.
Background: Roran has been living a rogueish existence, running and living in any place she could find. She generally keeps to herself, and is cronically mad, and that is because of her past life. She grew up as a pick-pocket in the back alleys of Germany, staying in the basements of buildings and the occasional safe-house that she left about a hundred dollars richer than she came. She tends to "aquire" things here and there, including clothes, and usefull equipment. As she was running, she made it to a bit of trouble when she slipped up and got caught stealing a coin purse. Thankfully, Alistair bailed her out of the trouble and she now works as the Trial professor, helping the pups keep in shape and also to help blow off steam after their shapeshifting class.
Human Appearance: She's the tall and dark type. About 5'10", with an extremely toned, yet curvy form. She's got shoulder length, choppy, dark brown hair that stays tied back. She constantly looks like she's not brushed her hair in months, which is true, thus has hair like Albert Einstein when she lets it down. Her bangs partially cover her almost black eyes, and she always has a black strip of dirt beneath her nails. She usually clads herself in whatever she can pilfer, but she prefers black, as it helps to blend into the shadows. Most of the time, it's ripped t-shirts, exposing random flashes of her skin, cut off pants, short to her mid-thigh and boots. She has an odd twitch to her eyes when she gets excited, and an insane smile, followed by a cackle. She generally scares people, but she's cool...in a disturbing way. If you can get passed the crazy laugh and her ability to pound you to a pulp, she's extremely attractive, a rival on the scale with the femininely gorgeous Miss Emily.
Werewolf Appearance: In wolf form, she is large for a female, showing her dominance, yet lanky, as she had to be able to slip in and out of tight places. She's got a dark brown, almost black coat and a lighter brown sock on her hind left leg. Her eyes go completely black when she shifts and get's close to shifting.
Legal Name: Boris Sokolov
Name: Boris, or professor Sokolov
Sex:Male
Age:213 but looks in his 40s
Background: Born an only child in a small village in northern Russia in 1714, Boris’s family knew he was strange from he was a toddler. When they discovered his Lycanthropy after having a fight with a neighborhood bully, where he changed for the first time, they hid Boris away from the prying eyes of the community. When he turned sixteen his father took him deep into the woods to go hunting, or so he claimed. He was shocked when his father brought the primitive rifle to his shoulder. He awaited the darkness that surely awaited him. Just then a loud howl broke through the treetops, and his father fumbled, firing the rifle blindly into the trees. They stood for a long moment, their breath puffing in white plumes in front of them. Finally, Boris saw it…a pair of yellow eyes watching them. A howl erupted once again behind them, and Boris’s father spun around, ready to meet the challenge. He eyed Boris out of the corner of his eyes. “You called them! Did you not, wretch?!” He swung his rifle up, ready to bring it down on Boris’s head, who stood in shock, when a snarl burst from behind his father. A wolf knocked him to the ground, sending the rifle flying, and in one fluid motion tore his throat out, splattering dark-red blood onto the snow. Boris fell to his knees, buried his face in his hands and just cried.
After what seemed like an eternity, something warm nudged his hands. He looked up and the wolf licked his face, wiping the tears away. The wolf, which he later named Ivan, followed him back to his village. He never entered, but watched from the tree line as his world went on without him. He wandered with Ivan living off of the land, learning, alone, how to master this beast within him. One day he found a village, larger than his own, and they helped him out of the cold. He told them of his journeys, just not about his Lycanthropy, and they told him about St. Petersburg to the southwest, and that he could probably find work there. He agreed and traveled there. He lived in St. Petersburg with Ivan and worked as a merchant’s apprentice. He eventually became a traveler, looking for locales to set up shop. Ivan died of old age a few years later, and Boris became very depressed. But his depression vanished when he fell in love with a girl in the town he was visiting in Italy. He ended up living there until 1763 when his Wife died. He missed her dearly, but decided that with his discovery that he didn’t age like most people he would travel the world, which he did. He ended up moving to the Americas to settle down again in 1824. He ended up fighting in the American Civil war a few decades later. After the war, he got a letter from Blackthorn, but didn’t believe it to be true. A year later, he got another. This time, he decided to give it a shot. He learned much at Blackthorn, and eventually became a teacher there. He’s been there since.
Personality: He figures his past is just that. Past. Therefore he’s good-natured, very humorous and is easy to get along with. Students often come to him with their problems, and he can almost always find a solution. In more ways than one, he is like the fun uncle that almost everyone has had.
Human Appearance: (I cant find a picture that would work…and am not good at drawing so Ill describe…maybe if you come across something that looks how I describe you can put it up.) Boris is 6ft 3 and is very plump (From one too many Vodkas). He has brown muttonchops and small goatee with flecks of gray in them, just like his hair. He is tan, a little rough from his travels, and has a strange mix of deep and icy blue in his eyes. When out he always wears a black fur snow-cap and coat or, when hot, a buttoned T -shirt and shorts. In class he wears a suit and tie, however much he despises it.
Appearance: His pelt is the same as his hair, it is a brown and gray mix, though his ears are a little rough and a patch of fur is missing on his side. (ill try and draw one ASAP)
 Legal Name: Sedna (Nauja)
Name: Sedna
Sex: Female
Age: 121
Background: 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.
Human Appearance: She is 5’7” and very slender. She has long, dark brown hair with sweeping bangs and almond shaped brown eyes. x // x
Appearance: 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.
Schedule
These are the classes offered to first year students, and the professors that teach them.
Naturalist Classes
Geology 101-Prof. Feldspar
Sciences
Introduction to Divergent Genetics
History
History of Eurasia-Professor Solokov
Math and Charting
Astronomy 101 -Prof. Caswell
Literature and Writing
Introduction to Lycan Literature
Special
Shapeshifting 101 [required course]-Prof. Sievara
Trial [required course]- Prof. Nautil
Fine Arts
Independent Music Study-Professor Sedna
Studio Art- Mr. Aningan
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Students
Legal Name: Aspen Cordalia
Name: Asp
Sex: Female
Age: 18
Background:
Aspen was born into a moderately wealthy family, never a child who knew any great want. Her parents were kind enough, though a little detached. And it is this manner of life that drove her to become a daredevil. She began sneaking out of the house at night to swim in the nearby river, or sneak into the city and ride the trains until first light. She loved the physical manifestation of life that was adventuring. She always seemed to feel a pull towards the horizon, though it could never be satisfied. One night while leaping from a large rock into the rushing river below, she slipped. She fell headfirst into the water, losing consciousness, and was dragged downstream. She woke up about an hour later. She had been washed up on the side, and the full moon bathed her now fur-covered body in milky white light. She was deathly afraid, and ran deep into the forest beyond, the world around her seeming warped. She spent the entire night in a daze, remembering only snatches. She awoke the next morning in a small clearing, naked, with two small carcasses next to her, her face and chest covered in blood. She found her way home and was able to cover up her nightmare. Every full moon however, she would spend in the woods, letting the curse take over her. After receiving the Blackthorn letter, she left, that night, with the directions inside. The thrill of an adventure was more than her quiet life could ever offer her, though it was hard to abandon her parents, and the chance to learn the control over her other form was enticing, because secretly, she liked it.
Personality: Aspen is a lover of adventure. Reckless and impatient at her worse. A strong leader and quick thinker at her best. She does enjoy the company of others, except those who are too "safe" of individuals. Her sense of honor is held very highly, and she is quite the intellect as well. She is a lover of music, though she cannot play an instrument, and loves to sing.
Human Appearance: <<
Appearance: drawlingggg
Legal Name: Evelyn Rose
Name: Rose, Eve, Evelyn. It's all the same to me.
Sex: Female
Age: 19
Background: 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.
Human Appearance: [^- Up] She 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.
Appearance: Imagine me Red Legal Name:Cristian Veloce
Name:Cristian
Sex:Male
Age: 16
Background: Cristian lived a pretty normal, happy life. He lived with his Mother and Father in a nice condo in the South Western US. His sister was born when he was seven and he skipped from third to ninth grade in the next year. It was all new and exciting, and his mom helped him through everything. He graduated high school at twelve and began taking college classes at a local community college. At fourteen he moved out to a dorm at a university on the east coast. He got straight A's and the teachers loved him, but never really fit in socially with his fellow students. His room mate, Bill, a member of one of the many fraternities, always messed with him as much as possible. Spilling beer on his work, stealing his cell phone and pulling pranks. It never really got to Cristian and Bill hated that. Then one day when he was fifteen Cristian got a letter.
His mother had died in an accident.
He was devastated, but it was made worse by Bill and his fraternity mates friends. The kept teasing him about missing his mother. They knew that they finally had something against him and pushed it a bit too far. That night Bill dressed up in a wig and cruelly tried to impersonate Cristian's late mother. He tried to hold in his anger as best he could, to the fraternity member's delight. Then he snapped. He only members pain and screaming. He woke the next day in his wrecked room, and thought that Bill and his friends had trashed the place...until he found their ruined bodies below a fallen bookshelf. The authorities said it was a freak accident, but Cristian began getting looks from fellow students and whispered comments behind his back. Some people began commenting about "werewolfs" and avoided Cristian when they could. He knew that he fit even less in here than he had before. Cristian was almost ready to leave when the Blackthorn letter arrived. He was confused, but intrigued. He accepted the offer and left within the week.
No one ever entered his dorm room again.
Personality:A little anti-Social, he doesn't make friends easily, but is very loyal to the few he does make. He is cautious but will take necessary risks. He really wants to learn to control his powers so he takes his studies very seriously, But he still can be funny and adventurous when he's in a comfortable mood.
Human Appearance:He is Five-ten, with short, sandy-blond hair. He has Blue-Grey eyes and is a little tan. He isn't in the best shape, but isn't heavy either. He has a small scar above and below his left eye.
Appearance: (Drawing) He is a large wolf,Brownish-gray and white. The scar above his eye makes his fur a red color.
(again sorry bout the pics we'll get em soon!)
Legal Name: Loki Lobovolk
Name:Loki
Sex:Female
Age: 19
Background:Loki Lobovolk grew up in an apartment in the Mid-Western United States. Raised by her single father, she attended a normal high school, with normal grades, and an overall normal life. Her dad, known as Professor Lobovolk and worked at a local college and taught basic mythology. He often went on expeditions with various colleges, leaving Loki to take fend for herself. Apon his return he would bring her souvenirs and nick-knacks, she grew quite a collection. One day she got into a fight at school. Soon after she got into another, then another. Her teachers began noticing her getting more and more violent and touchy. Then one day it went too far.
She was sent home early, to her father's surprise and dismay. When questioned about what happened she snapped back at him, making him angry. He yelled at her and she lost control. All she could remember was a sudden flash of pain. When she finally came to she was in her her bed, wrapped in a sheet. She quickly got dressed, dazed and confused. She walked into the kitchen and saw her dad wrapping g his hand in a bandage, muttering to himself. When she asked what happened he turned and looked at her for a long moment. She looked around at the half destroyed kitchen. Claw marks were slashed across cabinets and draws and sliver were littered the tile. Her dad didn't say a thing, but in the weeks following Loki noticed that her dad watched her more intently, especially after getting expelled from school for fighting too much. Her father finally asked if she would accompany him to his lab from then on. She agreed and was able to finish schooling at the college.
She noticed that her dad would get blood samples from her every so often and would be up till all hours looking up old tales and legends about werewolfs and lycans. Then one day she received the Blackthorn letter in the mail, and finally understood what had happened that day. She decided that she wanted to go, but her dad refused saying he needed her help. She pressured him and after a few days he slipped he needed her to run more tests. With the realization that her father was no longer the man she looked up to in the past, she left the first chance she got. Carrying only a backpack of clothes, a wad of cash and her nick-Knack collection that her true father had given her, she set out to Blackthorn Academy.
Personality:Loki is very determined and focused. She has violent tendencies, mostly keeps to herself till she gets to know you. She is easily angered and tends to be blinded by that anger. But she is fun loving and curious. She has a unique sense of humor and her curiosity often gets her into mischief.
Human Appearance sad Ill send you a pic when I get one, but for now ill just describe) Short brown hair with slight red highlights. Hazel eyes that turn green in the sun and brown in the dark. She is lean but muscular, and about five foot two. She weighs between one-ten and one-fifteen and is quite tan. She also had a small scar in the middle of her forehead.
Legal Name: Fraya Hráfnvin
Name: Ada
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.
 Legal Name; Vincent Black.
Name; Vincent, Vince.
Sex; Male.
Age; 21.
Background; 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.
Human 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.
Appearance; Just can't help the beast inside me.
Legal Name: Katarina Lindt
Name: Kata
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. She possesses a strong animal magnetism, through which the use of pheromones and body language makes her irresistible to those who would be attracted to her.
Human Appearance: 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
Appearance: In her wolf form, she has dark brown, close to black, fur tipped with gray, close to charcoal. x
Legal Name: Mark Hainsworth
Name: Mark
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Background: Raised by his father, Mark grew up in a good household. His mother was not a part of his life, but his father took good care of him. He lived in a flat in the city of Boston, a huge port, and the center of the newly blooming airship industry. His father was a merchant, the owner of the Hainsworth Trading Company, and taught him the ways of a trader. Mark's father was his idol, and when he took out a huge loan and sold the family boat to buy an airship, Mark saw it as an opportunity than as a loss. However, the loan was an investment gone bad, and Mark saw his father turn into a bitter cheat in order to keep his airship. As Mark excelled in school, his father's debt grew, and collection men began to show up at their flat every other day.
Mark's father, fueled by fear and greed, decided to load the airship with their belongings and disappear. Mark helped his father stock the airship and they took off to the West. Soon after, a smaller airship was seen following them, and shots were fired. Mark's father showed his true colors as a coward and ejected from the ship in a tiny escape ship. Mark tried to maneuver the airship as best he could, but was electrocuted when the airship took a hit to the main fuselage. He remembers little, except the frightened faces of the men who boarded the ship. He was beaten severely, robbed, and then taken back to Boston where he stood trial in his father's place. He was placed under house arrest, and stripped of his fortune. When he received Alistair's letter, it was an easy task to escape his apartment and disappear like his father had wanted. He still doesn't know what happened to his father, and doesn't care much anymore.
Personality: Moody and somewhat selfish, but loves a good conversation, a good book, and good music. His taste is quite eclectic in food and music. He takes care of himself, and is very intelligent. With the intelligence comes arrogance, and as a result, he puts a lot of people off. He loves sarcasm, but dislikes hurting others. He has no desire for romance, but is open to friendship.
Human Appearance:
Appearance: drawlingggg
 Legal Name: Sasha A. Corvinus
Name: Sasha
Sex: Female
Age: 19
Background: Sasha was raised in an upper class family for most of her life. Her mother was an author of a series of Romance novels and due to this Sasha enjoys spending time reading everything she can get her little hands on. Sasha's father was a scientist who work at a company called ITT Night-vision. Her parents together had a very high income, but her mother became ill and stopped writing for a while and her father during this time was laid off. Sasha did everything she could to help her mother and father during this time, but her father took to drinking in order to cope with his job loss and soon he became violent with Sasha and her mother. Sasha's mother eventually became stronger and got better, but her father continued to bully them both with his destructive habit.
At the age of 17 Sasha ran away from home for a almost four months. She went couch hoping for that time and during that time her mother and father got worse with their fighting. They ended up filing for divorce a month before Sasha would come home. They never would tell her about it until the week Sasha would get the letter from Blackthorn. In the last month of being a runaway Sasha was stopped by a policeman late one night down an abandoned alleyway, but when he was questioning her she freaked out. She tried to run but the policeman grabbed her and held her trying to calm her down. Sasha began to hyperventilate and then all of the sudden she felt like she was in a daze. Everything felt groggy and like a dream. There was red everywhere and Sasha had no idea what was going on. She heard faint screaming and then everything grew quiet. Sasha woke up almost an hour later covered in something damp. Her clothes were tattered and her vision was blurry. A storm was rolling into town and there were sounds of thunder and flashes of lightning. Sasha stumbled down the alleyway a few yards and tripped over something. When she pulled herself to her knees again she moved towards the object. Once it was in view the only thing Sasha remembers was the look on the policeman's face. A look so horrifying that is haunts her to this day. Her dreams are wracked with nightmares of the scene of the murder. Sasha screamed and forced herself to her feet. She sprinted from the alleyway and ran the whole way home. Halfway there the rain began to pour down making it almost imposable to see a foot in front of someone. Sasha's lungs were on fire and all the red that was on her had been washed off by the time she got to her parents house. She pounded on the door crying and shaking from the cold rain, and when her mother opened the door she jumped into her arms. Sasha told no one about that night.
The next few months went by and Sasha tried her best to not think about that night so long ago. Unfortunately Sasha's nightmares would remind her every time she closed her eyes. She knew that she killed the man, but how it all happened was almost like a dream itself. Once morning Sasha went downstairs and her mother was reading the paper and called Sasha over to her. It seemed that their had been a breakthrough in the search for the killer of the police officer. Sasha did her best to hold it together, but the look on her face was that of a horrifying realization. Sasha's mother offered her some food, but Sasha declined and went upstairs. While upstairs she heard her father on the phone and overheard him talking to a lawyer about the divorce. Sasha listened in on the whole conversation and found out that it had been almost eight months since the divorce had actually started and no one had told her anything since she had come back. That night at dinner Sasha brought it up and the family burst into accusations and yelling. Swear words were thrown left and right and at the end of the dinner Sasha went up to her room where and note lay on her bed and a letter addressed to her lay there as well. The note was from her mother telling her that something came in the mail for her and that she thought it might be her old pen-pal saying hello. Sasha didn't want to read the letter and went to sleep only to wake up at about 4:00 AM from another nightmare. Crying to herself Sasha turned on the dim lights in her room and saw the note. She opened it hoping it might cheer her up, but it wasn't her pen-pal who wrote her...no, it was Blackthorn. That night Sasha's whole life rested in a single decision. She hopes she made the right one.
Personality: Sasha tend to be a little cold to people, but warms up to those of higher intellect. She become easily frustrated with showoffs and hates it when people ask her how she discovered what she is. Often a loner unless she shares something with a person. If you have nothing in common with her she won't even look at you. Easily aggravated and snappy and she isn't afraid to let people know what she thinks about them or how she feels.
Human Appearance:
About 5'8 and slender with good proportions to boot!
Appearance: What Am I To Do? The Twins
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.
Name: Jason Ruiz
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Background: 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.”
Human Appearance: -->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.
Appearance: 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.
 Name: Gael Ruiz
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Background: Gael had shared everything with his brother, and was completely confused when he retreated into his mother’s room after one night. Gael, a growing young man, and fearing his mother and brother no longer wanted him after a day of complete silence, saddled a horse and took off from the ranch. He pushed his horse too hard and it broke a leg. The horse rolled and Gael was trapped underneath. The horse struggled violently, crushing Gael’s arm. The sight of his blood mixing with the horse’s made him nauseous, and suddenly a foreign noise left his lips, the horse was pushed off of him and he blacked out. He woke up at home in bed, his brother back by his side.
Personality: Gael is a romantic guy, and enjoys the attention he gets from women a little too much. He likes Literature, Astronomy and nighttime, and partying whenever he can. He plays the guitar, and enjoys using his father’s native tongue to impress. He sticks with his brother, but has always been afraid of not being as liked. He is thoughtful, loyal to his brother at all costs, and has beautiful handwriting. He and his brother are often referred to as the “Casanova Twins”.
Human Appearance: <--He is an even 6’, like his brother, and weighs around 170, with broader shoulders. His hair is a darker brown, and his eyes are blue-grey. He keeps his hair on the longer side, and his facial hair to a light scruff. Dark grey and green are his favorite colors to wear. He gravitates toward jeans and t-shirts, like his “big brother”, but dresses it up with a tie or a jacket.
Appearance: He is a powerhouse as a werewolf. His broad shoulders are even more prominent, and he uses them as devastating battering rams in conjunction with his extra large paws, but is relatively slow . His fur is a shade darker than his brother’s, but just barely, and he retains his grey eye color.
Legal Name: Caelom Liobrin
Name: Cal or Cam
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Background: Cal's history was not that traumatic of one, for the most part at least. Born in Reading, UK, he was named for the latin word for sky. Throughout elementary and middle school, he was a vapid learner, breezing through books and texts, trying to learn everything he possibly could. When he got to high school, things took a turn for the worst. Being the book-smart kid he was, naturally people picked on him. On top of that, rumor was that he was going to be skipped a couple years, just adding to the whole mess, even at his private Montessoriesque school. Eventually, he burst into a huge rage, like a boiling pot blowing it's lid. All the teasing and bullying had caused anger to grow inside him, gathering and swelling. So, when he got furious, like never before, the lycanthropia kicked in. It was in the middle of school, so their must have been at least a dozen witnesses, none that are around anymore.
Going to the full werewolf change, Cal went full blown rampage. Girls screamed, guys shouted, and everybody ran, creating a mass panic. Papers were flying everywhere as the mass mob fled from the monster in the middle of the hall. The office staff hid behind their desks, and the principal locked himself in his office. Things were knocked over, banners ripped down, and the small school was in total mess. Unfortunatly, in his state of madness, Cal attacked them all. The halls were stained with the shiny red film of blood, mutilated corpses littered the ground. The uncontrolled Cal had even gone into all the rooms, silencing their students screams forever. The office's paperwork was soaked in blood, and the windows were splattered with it too. The whole place was a graveyard, where the voices of so many were silenced. Cal, now starting to regain control of himself then took off out of the school building out of horror, into the streets. Running through alleyways, he eventually found himself back to his parents house, who were thankfully away on various buissness trips around the world. Little did he know that, in a small corner of a bathroom, one child had lived. Their their were, shivering from fear and rage and shock. They heard the police sirens, and vowed that they would kill the monster who had shattered their life.
Cal stayed at his house for a while, ignoring all calls or people coming around. One day, he bothered to turn on the radio, only to hear the headline on BBC News. "High School suffers from mass murder. Perpitrator is still unknown. Only one child lived through it. They seem to be suffering from some sort of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, because they have been raving about werewolves. The child claimed that another of his fellow classmates turned into a werewolf and killed everyone. The student in question, who goes by the name Caelum, was not found amongst the dead. If you see him please contact..." Cal's description was spot on. So, he did what any typical teenager would do. He turned the television off and went to go find something to eat. From then on he refused to turn the radio on either, spending all his time delving into the books he so loved, until he got the letter, for Blackthorn Academy.
Personality:Cal came to this school with a firm resolve to put everything behind him. A fresh new life. Therefore, he is keen to make friends, though, in the back of his mind, he worries he might hurt them He thinks very logically and refuses to believe in something until he sees the facts or hard-core proof, which therefore results in him being very stubborn. Cal tends to be Chivalrous, and treats everyone with some respect, even if they don't deserve it.
Human Appearance: Caelom Standing at about 5' 7" He isn't super tall for somebody his age. Furthermore, he isn't build up much, and his strongest feature is his mind.
Appearance: Caelom's Werewolf Form
Legal Name: Rosaria Da Via
Name: Rosa
Sex: Female
Age: 22
Background: 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.
Human Appearance: 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
Appearance: 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.
Legal Name: Nukpana Onatah
Name: Lynette; Nukpana; Nuk; Onatah
Sex: Female
Age: 22
Background: Lynette was born on September 13, 1905 to Aponi and Yahto of the Onayotekaono or the Oneida people, one of the Six Tribes of the Iroquios Nation. Her bloodlines showed there were someone in her family and another family that could have been a wolf decendant, but the gene never passed down fully to any of the offspring it would show signs of being there but they could never actually transform, because of this they were often cursed. From a young age she showed strong signs of having got the gene as well as another young boy, Tohopka Viho, in the other family, they were raised pretty close together. Because of this many of the reservation elders warned others against her renaming her Nukpana Onatah meaning evil of the Earth. On top of being outcasted by most of her 'friends' and 'family' her parents sent her to a school outside of the reservation, the school wouldn't let her or Tohopka speak their native language. The both of them were heavily dscriminated against often getting pelted with rocks or getting their hair pulled by a few of the more racist children. She never did anything about it even though Tohopka wasn't that forgiving, he threw rocks back often getting both him and Nukpana in trouble even though she didn't do anything. As they grew up they remained friends but often went their own ways, she started working in a resturant and he did something with electronics, but you could definetly tell they liked each other the way they always made time for each other and went out to get get something to eat on weekends. Her boss' son, James, seemed to take a liking to her and kept asking her out to dinner, her reply was always the same a sweet, apologetic no and he always seemed to take the rejection well.
Until her and Tohopka were out once, being kids (neither of their lycanthropy have been triggered at this time) just talking in a nice park it seemed like a few couples were out that night it being a thursday and her only night off that week. They were talking when James arrived at the park with another girl and a few of his friends, she immedietly got an uneasy feeling in her body when Tohopka stood up about something James had said they were about the same height but James was a bit smaller. The next thing she knew Tohopka was gripping his stomach and blood was dripping down off of his elbow, her eyes grew and swole with tears before she started screaming at James and trying to help Tohopka sit down. The only response she got from James was a slap and a few laughs from his friends, the girl didn't seem to care to much but she was scared, Nukpana could see it in her eyes. The ringing in her ears only got louder, and the tears in her eyes impaired her from seeing anything that came next she could hear screaming over the ringing but she couldn't tell if it was from her or anyone else. Her body ached like she had been stampeded on by a herd of horses, her head was bleeding and she was drenched in blood that was mixed with her own when she awakened not that far away from where she lived.
Nukpana fought against everything in her body and went to her house when everyone was at Tohopka's funeral. She cleaned herself up and packed a few of her things, she wrote a quick note to her parents and left without a trace, she did find an apartment on her reservation and fell into a deep depression. She rarely went out, only when she needed to eat and go to work which she worked in a small bakery helping the chef with preparations for the food her made. At night it was the worst for her, she would wake up in the middle of the night vomiting from how sick she had gotten from her night terrors and she often had trouble getting to sleep. Then the letter came, and that was sort of the turning point in her life she just wanted to understand this beast within and why it clawed to get out so much even to these extents, so if this would help her she jumped at the chance. On her way there she happened to meet a boy who said he was on his way there too, he showed her his letter and everything for a little while he traveled with her he helped her get on the right road there. But one night, he just wasn't there anymore, she looked for him in the area for a little while but then realized they were going in the same direction. She hoping that they meet up somewhere along those lines.
Personality: She's friendly and really likes people, but has a hard time getting close to anybody or even trusting someone. She's very
troubled and doesn't speak much at this point, but she does have a lot to say don't mistake her for one of the shy types because she's not. She's very motherly, she's always looking out for others instead of herself, she always seems to be in deep thought about something but you can pull her out of it if you engage her in conversation. She has a mild case of insomnia and tends to get night terrors, althought they have surfaced less since she's appeared at Blackthorn, she's glad she's here it's better than being by herself.
Human Appearance: She stands at about 5'9 and has a more curvy frame than one that shows more muscle. She has a more orange earthy tone, and her eyes are dark brown and have an almond shape, her hair is a dark brown almost black color about waist length, that has lighter brown highlights that only shown in the light that she had since she was born. She weights about 168lbs making her somewhat average sized, what she would guess.
Appearance: She grows to about 6'2, making her somewhat on the smaller side since it's only a few more inches than her normal height. Her fur is a lot like her hair color except it's black and has some brown streaks, with some white splotches on her head, back and tail.
Legal Name; Abel Chou
Name; Abel
Sex; Female
Age; 19
Background; Abel was born under the eyes of her Mother, Father, and Uncle. She was a normal baby, healthy, laughing.. But she was very small. Abel was born a month premature so had a few problems to begin with, but was healthy none the less. She grew up slowly and normally as all the other kids, but was always the runt of kids she met in school and outside of school. Abel was a ball of energy. She had such strange games and was always out exploring. She was always away from the other children, only interested in nature and everything else in the world... Her family often worried about her not making any friends. They tried to introduce her to others but she just ran off again... At the age of fourteen, things began to change... She would want to stay up all night and just walk around outside. She just wanted to stare at the moon and listen to the crickets. She tried to make the odd urges inside her to stop both nothing worked... After a hard night of struggling with herself for reasons she did not understand, she blacked out... And as Abel awoke, she found herself miles away form home in scratched up clothes and blood on her hands. She thoughts she had killed someone... After a few years in recovery, the police finding her a day later from a missing report of a child, she stayed more and more time in her room and away from her friends and family. She was only interested in finding out what she was and who she was. More years passed of her research. She soon learned to control her odd power, thinking she was nothing more then a monster... Abel was approached by her uncle, one lonely, rainy night. He had handed her something she had received in the mail. It was an odd parchment. As Abel read the letter, she couldn't breath. A Werewolf? A Lycan? She couldn't understand these things... It took her a day to decide her fate. She packed her things and snuck away from her family, leaving a letter of apology.. They had only thought she was insane and different. Now, she knew it was more then just being different... Abel was off to a place where they understood... She had nothing more but the things she had taken with her, and The Letter...
Abel enjoys the rain, music, nature, and quiet places. She also likes to play the
Personality; Being shy and easily seduced, not to mention continuesly curious, is not exactly the Werewolf type... Abel is always looking around and exploring. She is caring and protective but isn't afraid to show her true power in fightning. She can get very angry and does have a mall temper, but it isn't hard to control her...
Human Appearance; ...[x]... She stands at about five feet, four inches. She has naturally black hair and likes to spike it. Her big yellow eyes like to stand out... She has a piercings in her ears and likes to wrap her wrists and hands up in bandages usually.
Appearance; ...[x]... Again, Abel is a runt of a Werewolf. She maybe strong but she is a little less then what she should be. She has small patterns in ehr fur she placed in and has a few small piercings in her ears, as she does in her human form. She also has a few braids in her fur.
Legal Name: Kent Derrek Masters
Name: Kent
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Background: Kent was raised on a farm in Virginia for his whole life. From the time of sun up to sun down it was work then school then back to work before supper. He often would play guitar while waiting for his father father to get home before supper. His father was the farm owner of course, and his mother a first grade teacher. They were a happy family and it seemed that everything went their way. Kent played on the football team as the quarterback on his senior year of school. When he went to college for football his parents were so proud. The college was close to home so Kent could come home on the weekends and help out on the farm. There was a game against the rival college and Kent lead his team to victory. There was a party in his and the football team's honor. There were girls from both schools at the party including a girl that had been going out with the other teams quarterback. Kent ended up making out with the girl not knowing she was taken. That was the first mistake that would change Kent's life forever.
The next few weeks were the usual college life with the weekend trip to the house. But one Friday, after a game where Kent's team won, the quarterback who's girl Kent had made out with came to the game with a few of his team buddies. Kent ended up getting into a fight where his buddies Clay and Mark, who were the best of the defensive end of the team, came to help him. It turned into an all out brawl and at the end Kent and his friends walked away, but the other guys were looking pretty bad. They didn't break anything, but they bruised their pride alright. A week past and Kent thought that was it. Saturday Kent went home and helped his father with the things around the farm as usual. At seven his mother called them both in for supper and they packed up their things in the field and headed on their way to the barn. It was dark by the time they got back to the house and Kent hoped his mom wasn't too steamed. As they reached the front door Kent heard a voice call out his last name and he and his father turned around.
There was a flash and a bang as Kent watched his father fall to the porch floor. Kent fell to his knees and looked at his father shaking him frantically. he felt the blood and looked up seeing the other quarterback standing there with a gun in his hand. Kent went from the point of tears to a feeling of rage that couldn't be described. Kent felt like his insides were on fire and he slouched over his father's limp body shaking in anger. His mother came out and screamed when she saw what had happened. She ran back inside and called 911, when she ran back inside Kent stood up looking at the other young man with the gun in his hand. The words "I'll kill you!" were shouted somewhere between the burning pain and a point where Kent blacked out. Kent woke up in the hospital the next afternoon. He shot up from the bed and the nurse told him he couldn't get up. He yelled at her saying he was fine and then pushing her aside he moved out into the hall. His mother was coming down the hall with fresh clothes for when Kent woke up. She was a little late. She saw him and yelled his name before running to him and hugging him tightly. Kent was already asking about his father. His father would be fine, the bullet hadn't killed him, but he would be laid up for a while and couldn't work.
A few months past and Kent's father was up and about before expected. The man was an ox of a human in Kent's mind. Then the letter came to Kent one day. It was true that Kent remembered bits and pieces of that night. As he read the letter, his memory came back to him. The transformation, the sounds of flesh tearing...the please for help and the taste of blood. He remembered it like it was a bad nightmare. He had killed that boy just like he said he would. It wasn't what he meant, but he had killed another person. Kent began to worry about his families safety. He worried he might hurt them and that if he didn't know how to control this, he might kill them. For the reason Kent packed the things he couldn't live without and before sun up he left.
Personality: Kind, courageous, righteous, and able to motivate others. Kent is a strong guy, but really a sweetheart down at heart. He will stand up for just about anyone who needs it and tends to be very good motivator. He has high morals and always sticks to them, so if someone is a good person Kent can tell and he will often make a point of introducing himself to them.
Human Appearance:
Appearance: Do Not Make Me Mad
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 11:03 am
Updates
9/4 Ugh, sorry this is taking so long to finish guys, since you all have looked already haha. I'm still getting pictures for the instructors as well as making a map so you don't have a problem with the orientation of your character during interaction and action scenes. I'm also still in Orientation week, so I don't have too much time, but I'm trying! Opening soon, I promise!
9/15 @_@ ugh so busy! But I'm now accepting student profiles. Take a look at mine to see what I'm looking for k? Thanks! See you all soon!
10/18 Alright, I'm starting this damn RP > biggrin Allow my character to arrive first so that you can see what I expect in this RP k? I love you all, but this should not turn into a dialogue heavy three sentence a post crap. I didn't spend a month and a half on it for it to go to s**t :3 I'll be posting my character's first move tomorrow! BE EXCITED!
12/28 HOLY CRAP IT'S BEEN FOREVER D: I am so sorry guys! However, I now have time to update regularly and control the NPC Feldspar. So, let the games begin. Allow me to remind you that NPC has the power to control your character if they get out of hand ie. what just happened. Anyhoo, I need to get a few more students in here, but those of you that are here, thanks so much, and GO!
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 8:53 pm
I stared out the window, contemplating. They should be here soon. Already I could hear the rustle of the forest below. There was something new, something different, something fresh in my place. New wolves. A smile broke out across my face. I can't help it, you know. The thought of the new blood, the future of our race.
I will shape them.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:03 am
~You ask me why I'm reckless.....
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The moon gazed from the sky, watching her children. Some of them dejected, some confused and scared, and some void of thought or emotion, walking toward the place. She called out to them. She was not yet whole, but when she was, she would see them in their true glory.
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A twig snapped. The girl froze. Her brown hair swished silently as she tensed, waiting. Nothing happened. She sighed and shook her hands, breathing into the cool night air. A faint trace of vapor twisted from her mouth. She couldn't help but be amazed. It was only October, and already her breath was misting. The forest here was so much denser than the one that surrounded her home. A stab of homesickness impaled her stomach. She grit her teeth to keep from looking back, and took another step. Soon, that step became two, then three, then four. "I'm doing it" she thought. There were no roads to the place she was headed. The crumpled map in her pocket was all she had for guidance. She pulled the paper, crinkling, from her pocket. She lifted it so the moon could illuminate the page, and squinted in the dark. She was nowhere near the creek that marked the first boundary, and had been traveling all day. Images flashed into her head. Buying her train ticket, the half-hidden looks by passerby, the perfectly laid out directions she often referred back to. Being on a train for two days had been bad enough, but now this? She stuffed the paper back into her pocket as she trudged on.
Her name was Asp. She was 18, almost 19, she reminded herself, plenty old enough to be leaving home. She checked her watch. 12:47. Damn, it was late. She stopped walking once again to stare at the moon. Her throat momentarily constricted. She wanted to call to the moon so badly, but she wasn't....well....in a position to do that really. She looked around and laughed, realizing she was in the middle of a forest. "What the hell?" she thought. She lifted her head and howled. The sound was puny compared to what she'd done before, but it felt so good to sing to the moon like that. She opened her eyes when she had finished, and continued. She had no idea what to expect when she made it to Blackthorn, but she was going, and she was never looking back.
....And I'll respond with "Why aren't you?"~
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 3:36 pm
Loki gazed wonderingly up at the towering gates to the mysterious academy she was to attend. It was as if she had been whisked into one of the many medieval fantasies she so often enjoyed when she was younger. She looked at the letter that had changed her life to make sure it was true, then back up at the gates. She had shown up in the middle of the night and thought herself foolish for not waiting till the morning. Then again, the way the almost full moon was cast gave the large buildings behind the gate an eerie pale glow to the stone that sent shivers down her spine. She heard a howl and, without a moments hesitation, replied with her own song.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 3:54 pm
Cristian stopped for a moment, hearing a howl, and then another. He then took a deep breath, adjusted his pack, and continued his trek through the forest. His nose and ears felt more sensitive and he could hear every cricket chirp its song and smell the dirt and trees. The air was crisp, and the forest itself seemed to breath. Cristian could see in the pale moonlight that the forest was beginning to thin farther ahead. He had followed the map, which he had committed to memory and it lead him to where he was now. He didn't walk any faster, though his heart was racing with anticipation. Finally he cleared the roots of the forest floor and looked out upon the grass surrounding a large wall and an elaborate gate. The very air seemed different here, as if some unseen energy was flowing through it. He saw a girl standing in the moonlight gazing up at the gates. "You new here too?" he asked as he took a step closer.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 6:13 pm
Loki, when she had ended her song to the moon, resumed her gawking and awe at the looming stone structures and admiring the art deco styling she learned about from her dad. a pain of sad remembrance hit her and she shook her head as if to clear her mind. A voice startled her out of it. She turned to the speaker and saw that it was a boy. She guessed he was around her age, give or take a year. It was not hard to see his sandy hair and his gray blue eyes flashed in the moonlight. He was taller than her, but then , who wasn't. In response to his question, she answered, " Yeah. Who are you?"
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