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 Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 8:33 pm
This role play is all about werewolves. You can make your own breed, or go along with someone else. It doesn't matter.
Rules of the role play:
1: You can swear. I don't really care about that.
2: Don't verbaly abuse people with your words.
3: Don't kill anyone. You can kill people you made, but don't describe it, like, word for bloody word.
Guide lines for description of wolf:
Be creative. If you want to go all out, have fun. Just make sure everyone knows whats going on with your person (per say).
This is supposed to be fun. Have at it, and invite your friends. Make your own stories up, and role play. whee
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 1:43 pm
Name: Adrian Laidren
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Type of werewolf: Twilight wolf.
Discription: Adrien is 6'1". His natural hair color is strayberry blonde. Right inbetween red and blonde. He started dying his hair black when he was 16. And has never gone back. He has two lip peircing he got when he was 14, but has sence forgotten about them. He has Icy husky blue eyes. He dresses dark and emoish. Some say he is a sad impersanator of Adam Lambert.
  
His wolf is large and strong. It has the same blue eyes and the same black hair. He turns in to a normal, but huge wolf.
 
Personality: Before he became a werewolf, Adrian was the biggest jerk any one has seen. He had no real friends, only the stuck up snobbs that only liked him because he was mean. He loved to see people cry because of what he said. His favorite targets, the new and unstable students. Like freshman. But after he turned, he is starting to realize that he was an a*****e. And when he met all these new wolves, he thought trying to change was all an act. but now he is starting to realize that maybe it isn't an act and he really does want to change for the better.
As a wolf he is some what out of control. His seems to not be incontrol and he has done some thing he would have never done if he was normal. all he wants is to be normal. but he knews this will never go away so he is working hard to fix it and become one with his wolf side.
Pre-werewolf History: Adrien was born to a normal family. they where loving and kind and rich. He grew up as the populer kid that every one liked. And he was a bit of a snob. He was the top of the food chain and though he didn't really hurt people, he did make them feel less importent. He never really saw the trouble he caused un till after he became a werewolf and then started looking back on his life. only to see things he didn't like.
Post- werewolf history: Adrien hates being a werewolf because he seems to have no control over him when he is one. He has never killed anyone, but he has hurt them. Bad. the first person he hurt was his girlfriend. He put her in the hospital for months. After that he ran away from his home town and lived as a nomad. Finding and moving from places all the time. Not wanting to hurt people. He tends to stay out of cities, after attacking a homeless man in Cental Park. He never went back to new york again. Now he lives in a small town in the south. He doesn't know where exsactly. He lost track of where he lives. And has been trying to find a balence between himself and his wolfself.
Most known saying: ******** off. No one likes you and your worthless pathetic life.
Tattoos: (on his chest, over his heart)
 (Micheal adds the wolf later)
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 1:57 pm
Oh God kill me!!! Just kill me already!! Adriens head spun. As he stumbled in to his house at three in the morning. Last nights raid still fresh and raw in his mind.
I sure would like to see that missing dog report. Adrien thought. No one will remember her story. A huge black wolf coming out of nowhere... Adrien couldn't finish the thought. Just thinking about it made him sick. Did he really eat that dog? Is its body still some where in the woods. He didn't know. He had a hard time remembering what he does some times as a wolf. It all seems like a dream and dreams are always so unreal. But this was real. All to real. he wasn't just going to wake up tomorow and be normal. no.
Adrien stumbled to his bed, and slumped down on it. He was sick of all this. It had only been three month, but it seemed like three years. Nothing made sence any more.
But right now the only thing Adrian wanted to think about was sleep. He looked up at his old cracked ceiling.
"Wouldn't it be nice to not live in a s**t hole for once?" Adrian muttered to him self. He closed his eyes, not want ing to see the crap he called his home. All he wanted to see now was the inside of his eyes lids. hoping he wouldn't dream about tonights events.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 6:59 pm
Name: Savanah Parker Age: 16 Description: Tall. About five ten now. She looks unaprochable. Her eyes are a peircing icy purple. Her nails are sharp as a knife, usually colored with her favorite nail polish. Death Tears. Its a smokey red color. She usually wears her shocking blond hair down, perfectly strait. She carrys herself tall, streaching taller then her actual height.   Personality: Cool, collected. She isn't easily angered. So to speak. When she finds something that annoys her, it will be destroyed. And she finds a lot of things that annoy her. But she doesn't show her anger. She keeps her cool face on, and slashes out silently. But usually, she just keeps to herself. Wolf type: She can turn on any part of her wolf at anytime. Like she can have wolf claws (see where she gets her nails) and still be fully human. Or she can turn on a wolf sense. She can turn on her sense of smell, and still be human. When she turns fully werewolf, she is a shadow colored wolf the size of a great dane. Big, but not so big that she would cause suspicion.    Savanah was born in a hospital in Montana, then lived in Atlanta, Georgia. She had two loving parents that hovered over her until the day she dissapered. Savy (her nickname) was attacked by a pack of mystrious wolves, and was left for dead. But she didn't die. She was transformed from a peppy cheerleader, to a standoffish beauty of the night.  heehee. I couldn't resist.  isn't it just adorable???  i couldnt resist that either. Her favorite saying "Back the ******** off before I eat your face." Her favorite word "Crap" Her favorite aritcal of clothing: Her biker jacket, that is studded, and pitch black Her favorite thing in the world: a picture of her old boyfriend.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 9:53 pm
Savanah streached. It was a good morning. The birds where chirping happily, the sun was shining. She should be happy. But of course, nothing made Savanah Parker happy. It was virually impossible for this girl to be happy about anything. She was either pissed off, or bored. A mixture was her mood this morning. Jeez, she hated the South. It was too hot. She was somewhere between Arizona, and Georgia. So that left, Texas, New Mexico, Loisiana, Florida, ect. She was somewhere where they spoke in a thick accent. Then again, Savanah thought everyone had an accent of some form.
"Crap, its hot," She muttered as she strode outside her appartment, clothed in micro mini shorts and a black tank top. Shoes were a burden and unnessisary. Keep it light, and keep it veristile.
"Stupid sun, stupid people, stupid sun, stupid heat, stupid sun..." She was going on until she nearly ran head first into a run down house. Savy had been so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed an old house in front of her.
It was an old home. Kind of run down, but still. It had four walls and was standing. That's all that counted, right? When you where on the run, you didn't care about quality. Only a roof and four walls. So Savanah had built up an immunity to any type of revoulsion to anything. A rat? Killable. A roach? Well, not killable. Those things just won't die. But you could push them out of the room.
Savy glanced at the house, and spotted a boy laying on a bed. He was passed out. Stupid kid. The suns up. Which means you gotta go do something. Anything. She turned away in disgust, and continued on.
I wonder if they have deer in the South...
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 11:44 am
Name: Rudi Monroe Age: 17 Description: Normal sized, if not a little buff. Has a serious expression, but is usually fun to be around. If you don't seriously piss him off. He loves to eat, and run, so you'll usually see his brown hair flying behind him as he leaves. Personality: Easy going boy, if not a little playful. He's very mischivious, and loves to cause trouble, especally with girls. He doesn't smile unless he's really entertained. His serious expression is just a defalt face. He'll laugh a lot when he's around someone he conciders harmless. Loves: Food and running Hates: No food and annoying people Loves: tee shirts and jeans Hates: Old people clothes Loves: To have a lot of fun Hates: When he has to move away Loves to say, "Catch ya later!"
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 3:45 pm
Adrian could hear some one out side his crappy house. His ice blue eyes shot open, only to ketch a glimce of his stupid run down house. Adrian frowned. When he turns 18 he will inharet some of his parents fortune. But right now he had to wait another nine months before becoming a who-knows-how-many-thousend-of-dollars young adult.
Adrian had to force his gaze away from the crappy place. He shot out of bed. he checked to clock. I was late. He quickly grabbed the black leather trench coat that was hanging on the back of the door, and slipped on his black studded biker boots, and ran out the door.
It was so sunny. Well, so was L.A. this was nothing new to Adrian. So he didn't think much of it. He just set out in a fast walked, he couldn't be late to his job. He may not get alot of money but hey. Its money.
Adrians eyes kept on darting around. Only to see people staring at him in ther shorts and tee-shirts. While he was dressed him Black skinny jeans, a black skull shirt, a trench coat and his black hair layed limply agest his face, nearly covering his left eye.
Adrian was so priocupided watching people watch him, he didn't even watch where he was going. He ran right into a young girl, nearly knocking them both over. He reached out, grabbing her arms to steaddy her. After both were steddy and not tripping over each other, Adrian looked down at the girl.
"I am so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." Adrians voice was calm and sweet, yet there seemed to be a dark hint to it. Like there was some dark remark hidded deep in him.
Adrian looked down at the girl in shock. She was not normal. Not like all these short wearin' weird talkin' hillbillies. She wear a micro minni and black as well. She also had stunnig and shocking eyes. they remined Adrian of his own. Just purple. He could have looked in awe at the girl all day, but he was late to work.
"Listen, I'm sorry and I have to go." He let go of the girl and started running towards the center of town. He looked back at the girl. "Bye!"
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 4:12 pm
Name: Kaiden Shackabuli Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: Kaiden is very energetic and fun loving. He always has a smile. He loves being a werewolf. He finds is a rush. The tipical collage party dude. He is bisexual. but is curently going through a whole woman faze and is really flutty to them. But he still likes to smack guys up side the head. and petting the random guy next to him on the bus. who in turn smacks him. he may be fun loving and great to be around, but you dont want to get him mad. He will bite your head off. His wolf is just the same. Discription: He is big. not foot ball big but he is built. he has blonde hair and green eyes. he has his right eye brow peirced and his tounge. he has a sweet looking face, yet he does look stern and stand offish from a distence. he has a tattoo of a dragon on his back.  As a wolf, he is huge. not quite Twilight Jacob sized, but big. he is a light blonde color with green eyes. he has been a werewolf for five years now and is in near perfect control of his body and mind. He can change what ever of him self he wants. nothing like a wolf head on a human body, but like claws, eyes, teeth, sences.  History: Kaidne has had a very tramtic life. It has nothing to do with being a wolf. First is brother and the only person he felt ever loved him commited suiside. Then he was tourtured and raped. He was disowned at 17 and has been living on the streets ever since. He works at a stripper club as a bar tender. THough he has proformed once. (It was a lady gaga thing.) Favorites: Quote: "Who are you? I'm the tooth feiry. Oh yeah *nob*" favorite hobby: Fooling around with friends, messing with people, flirting with guys and girls, drinking till he's drunk. Favorite word (two words): "Oh Yeah. *nods*" Nervous habit: Nawing on his tougne peircing. The word that makes him burst no laughter: Oral. whee Favorite word: Oral Favorite saying: "Yeah, ******** that! ******** the rules!" Tattoos:  (Though it takes up most of his back.)
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 5:06 pm
Kaiden and his room mate drove along the road in silence. After a night of strange flirtation. Kaiden sure did know how to make people unsomfterble. Man or woman. They came to the longest red light in town. Kaidens eyes drifted towards a strange man on the side walk. he was dressed in all black with black hair. he was nearly running. he then ran right in to a young blonde woman. they stared at each other for the longest time.
"Hey check out that scene." Kaiden said as he he brought his friends atention to the pare. "They both pretty hot."
Kaidens friend and room mate looked at him and then back to the pare. "I see what you mean by the girl, but I don't get where you comin' from for the guy." He looked back at Kaiden. Whe smiled at him weird and laught mockingly.
"May be I could have both"
Just as Kaiden was checking out both of them, the young man darted away. "Awe. I just starting to like the scenery." But some thing caught his eye. the girl. she was strange. not just because she was hot, but there was some strange sense to her. the way she held her self they way she looked and the way she seem absent from the real world, just like Kaiden. Then Kaidens eyes followed the young man. He was the same. Strange. And some what edgey and dar...
"Kaiden!" His friend said. "The light! Hello!?"
Kaiden brought him self back to reality. the light was green, so he moved the car forwards, then stopped at a curb.
"Here you go buby." Kaiden said opening his friends door. "This is where you get off."
"No way! I'm not just going to..."
"Just get out!!" Kaiden snapped a his friend. feirce intencity in his voice. His friend did what he was told and got out. Kaiden closed the door and pulled the car from the curb.
"I have to learn more about that guy." Kaiden muttered to him self as he set out in the direction the young man had run off in.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 7:13 am
Who was that? He had run into her, and smiled. Most people freaked, and ran. But no, he had apoligised, and hurried off, seemingly flustered. Savanah wondered what was up with him. Then, a guy who looked like he belonged on a beach wearing swim trunks playing vollyball got out of a car, and the car itself peeled out. Then it slowed, going in the direction of the guy who had rammed into her. This was weirding Savy out, so she followed her senses, and followed both the car, and the boy.
Using her wolf senses to its full extent while in her human form, she could bearly detect their emotions, and whisps of their thoughts. Worry clouded the boy in the dark coat, while curiousity flooded the other. Both were boys, that was apparent now. And both were most definatly not human. Their aura was wrong. Their emotions were not fully human. Like her own, their emotions and actions were powered by a slight push of animal instinct. Interesting. Savanah must know what's going on with these two, or it would bug her til the day she died.
Savy was just like that.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 6:53 pm
Adrian rushed out of the old thrift store at the center of down in great fury. They had fired him. turns out he had missed his entire shift. he say a car pull up in front of the store, feeling his agrestion levels rising, he hurried to the back of the store, where a dark shadow was cast by the building. Adrian lit a ciggirette and began to pace.
Damn you! Damn you all! NO body fires Adrian Laidren! Every body loves me!! Adrian thought. "God Damn You!!
He kicked over the tin trash can near him with such a strong force that it almost just crumbled on impact.
Just then, Adrian heard hi phone ring. Oh God Damnit.
He looked at he caller I.D. shocked and scared at who it was. It was Liz. Adrians ex-girl friend. and the one he nearly killed. He couldn't answer it. never. its a good thing people think he's dead. then they wont come looking for him.
Adrian fought the erge to distroy his phone, it was the only one he had. so he just let it ring. and ring. and ring. before finally turning it off. he just couldn't talk to his old life. At least I know she's not dead. The tought brought strange comfort to him. If only that hobo in central park was that lucky.
With the scent of smoked thick around him, Adrian leaned up agenst the wall and slid down to the ground. He had to calm down. or some one would get hurt.
But what now? Adrian had no where else to go. only back to his crappy house. It made him depressed evey night he stayed there. All he could do now was sit there, putting toxic smoke into his lungs and wait. Untill he thinks of some thing esle to do, or untill some dude with a sledge hammer comes and yell, 'Get out of here you worthless Adam Lambert imitaror!'
This thought made Adrian laugh. for, it has happened before.
Adrian thought it couldn't get worse, but he then felt a lonesome, painful tear stream down his face. He lost every thing keeping him together, and started crying, slilent, but still crying. Alone in the world.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 11:08 pm
Savanah peaked around the corner of the building at the boy. He was so upset. Savy knew how that felt. Sometimes, she would kick and scream, until her lungs were sore, and very thing around her was destroyed. Being a reject werewolf sucked worse then anything imaginable. She watched the boy for a moment longer before soundlessly moving beside him. She crouched by his side, and he looked up at her in surprise. She knew her face looked gentle, which made her hard appereance strange.
"What are you?" She asked softly.
"A-Adrian?" He looked at her strangly.
"No. What are you. You are not human. I can sense that on you. You are...something else. Something like me." She felt her aura pulse, and slowly, her form shifted from human to canine.
Get ready for the screams. That was what was expected. Who wouldn't scream? She just turned into a wolf. A large, silky black wolf with eyes the color of oblivioun. She didn't dare hope he would accept her, but at least maybe he would tell her what he was.
Please don't run from me...
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 3:30 pm
Rudi leaped across another building. It was his favorite pass time. He could jump up to about fifty feet in one jump, if he was on high caffine. Now he stuck to jumping about ten feet for the space in between building roof tops. This time, he landed wrong, and rolled harsly to a bad stop on the edge of one roof. He wasn't hurt, or even scratched. But there would be a head ache later. Crapohla. He leaped up, and shook off the gravel. Nope, no bumps or bruises. A big smile was spreading across his face. That was awesome!
I need to do that again! He wagged back a few steps, and was getting ready to start off again, when he heard someone speaking below him. He slithered up to the edge of the roof again, and looked below. He was on his belly, so only the top of his head poked out. There was a girl, in some serious short shorts, and a black tank. No shoes. Then there was a boy. He was obviously destressed. His eyes had tear tracks, but he looked at the girl with some weird expression. Maybe it was because she had no shoes on when it was like 150* out, and her feet must be on fire. But then, the girl said something, and her form shimmered. After a second, she changed from human, to a Great Dane sized wolf. It was a jet black wolf, with a tail that looked like it was made out of shadows. Actually all of her looked like it was made from shadow.
Rudi almost fell off the edge of the roof, he was so surprised. And the fact that he was only hanging his head off the edge, that was saying something.
HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP!!!! HOLY CRAP!!!!!
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 4:52 pm
Adrian couldn't believe it. there was another werewolf here. Adrian rose to his feet in shock, so ubruply, that his black trench coat fell off. He could do nothing but stare. thats all. Every thing in his life was a lie. he wasn't alone. but who is this girl. she didn't even give him her name. Adrian felt no fear of this strange person. the only one he feared now was himself.
Adrian straited up, cocked his head to the side. "You know," He began in what sounded like an annoyyed voice. "You should really give some one you name before turning in to that. It's just rude not to. YOu get it?"
Adrian felt some thing that he thought to have been dead. He felt some what happy. he wasn't alone. He wasn't a freak. well, at least he wasn't an alone freak. He couldn't believe it. he spent that last three month on the run from every body. not even thinking that one person could be like him. He was just on the edge of killing him self. now, that was not nesasary.
"I will tell you what I am. as soon as you tell me who you are. Understand." He could feel alittle of his old smug self coming back again.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 5:18 pm
Name: Jet Cord Age: 18 Gander: Male Discription: Jet is small. About 5'4". He looks strangely small and delicate. with a young looking face. He has dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes. most people mistake him for some one 15 or younger. He dresses like a classic cowboy, yet still modern. His wolf is a rusty blonde color with the same blue eyes.  Personlity: Jet is so kind and polite, and often under spoken. A classic case of Southern Hospatality. He smiles all the time. He may look bright and lively on the out side, but he is lothing and hateful towards him self on the inside. He smiles to please people, to make them happy, even if he is not. He has a colorful hospital record. Pre-wolf history: Jet grew up quite happy. A loving mother, strong loving father and a best friend people dream of. When he was 15, Jets girlfriend died after Jet didn't want to go out that night. She died in a car crash Jet believed he could have prevented. then his dad died in a bull riding accident, Jet believes he caused. In the acciedent, Jet changed. Post-wolf history: Jet was in huge rut after the death of his dad and girlfriend and he turned into a wolf. He blamed him self for every thing and felt he had to make him self pay. So he hurt him self in may ways. He wouldn't talk to any body, except his friend Joey. Who he started growing really close to. At the age of 17, Joey and Jet seemed to hook up. But only for a while. and after Jet accidently hurt Joey one intemit night, when Jet turned 18, Joey pushed him away, telling him to find some one of his own kind. Some one he couldn't hurt. Because Joey knew, if Jet ever knew he hurt him, then Jet would never forgive him self. Now: Jet had just moved out from his family, looking for new things. he doesn't know what state he is in. he didn't really look at the Welcome to this state sign. Whoops. now he is lost. but he might as whell stay. this seems like a nice place to live. He ends up find a lone alpha and moved in with him,along with many others. One being Kaidne. Who Jet feels strange things for. Favorite acsessory: His black cowboy hat. Favorite Hobby: Bull riding Favorite word: "Circumgyrate" Favorite quote: "Life is like bull ridin'. Your never really ready. Its just your turn."
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