Realistic or Modern Where the Werewolves Go (Characters)

[Inky Momma]

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This is where you will submit your characters! Please copy and paste the given template in the comments. The template can be found under the INFO thread. We are a new role play group. We're looking for anyone who wants to join. Make sure you read the tabs before submitting. I will do my best to look through everyone's sheets and get you guys accepted as soon as possible!

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THE LIST OF CHARACTERS:

• Chief Paige
• Anna Vess
• Ren Nishimura
• Logan Bryant
• Jen Arrow
• Asher Wilder
• Elliot Parson
• Kim McDonald
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  Owned by Inky Momma
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  Name: Chief Paige
  Gender status: Male
  Age: 56
  Birthday: February 2nd
  Birthplace: California, USA
  
  Hair Color: Black
  Eye Color: Brown
  Skin tone: Indian/Tan
  Tattoos: None
  Piercings: None
  Scars: A litter of scars on his back from lycan fights
  
  Personality
  3 Positives: Loyal, Hard worker, Protective, Fatherly
  3 Negatives: Bullheaded (headstrong), Serious, Overthinker.​
  
  
  Sexual Orientation: Demisexual (But he claims he's straight lol)
  Rank: Alpha
  
  
  
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  Werewolf Basics
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  Your lycan must be a few inches taller than your human form. A foot is the most it can go.
  Wolf
  Height: 3'2 (paw to shoulders)
  Weight: 260 lbs
  
  Human
  Height: 6'8
  Weight: 260 lbs
  
  Lycan
  Height: 7'4
  Weight: 260 lbs
  
  Pelt Colors
  All black.
  
  
  Bitten or born: Born
  Allergic to silver: Yes
  (After countless visits to the Doc he's grown to be immune to it)
  
  
  
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  Like most of the rangers, Chief grew up at the station his entire life. From diapers to current. His mother taught him everything he needed to know about survival, compassion, and teamwork. She also taught him, among everyone else in the pack: no matter what choices you make, smart or stupid, big or small - it will always affect someone, whether it's you or someone else. His mother is one of the biggest reason why he overthinks everything. Chief grew up with three other siblings: Cameron being his oldest brother, Chenoa being his little sister, and Beaumont being the youngest of the four. The four of them grew up in a tight-knit group, making friends with the other kids at the Station. They all had a path to take, planned by their parents. Their mother and father were both madly in love - and the pack knew it to be true. They were good mates, but they knew that in the future the time will come of Cameron's fate.
  
  By the time Cameron reached the rightful age, they promoted him to become the alpha of the pack. Chief was there to watch the promotion, and watch his parents leave. They wanted to have a break from everything. They've done their part and protected the pack from the werewolf hunters in their time of service. It was time for a long lasting honeymoon. Cameron has been trained to do everything in his power to protect the station and the lands thereof. This included training the new rangers to be the best future protectors of the forest and the people who visited nature. Some say Cameron became a good alpha, however most people strongly disliked his harsh commands and consequences as time went on. Yet, Chief still watched. (Of course, at the time his name wasn't actulaly Chief but for now we're calling him Chief because he has grown to hate his name ever since childhood.)
  
  While the eldest brother of the Paige family ran the pack, Chief and his younger siblings have grown even closer to each other, and seemingly further away from Cameron. At first it was unintentional. However, Cameron started showing his jealousy towards his siblings. For revenge, Cameron decided to pick the easiest target in order to get any kind of attention from both Chief and Chenoa: which meant their youngest brother Beau. At this time, they're roughly in their twenties and slowly starting to realize how cruel Cameron is as an alpha. But they're adjusting and toelrating him as much as they can. Since they were taught to be civil and polite to their alpha, they couldn't fight back - plus Cameron was their family, they felt no need to fight back. That is, until Cameron started blatantly making fun of Beau for expressing his sexuality. Both Chief and Chenoa constantly had to pull Cameron off of their youngest brother when fights would occur. Finally, at some point, they had to convince Cameron that the only reason they were hanging out without him is due to Cameron's cruel behaviors but it wasn't intentional at first. While that was the truth, Cameron didn't believe them. The only thing he seemed to care about is to get rid of his "problem" - which can only be fixed by doing one thing he'll regret later.
  
  It happened all too quickly on a Saturday night.
  Chief and Chenoa happened to be there as it occured: Cameron and Beau were fighting again. It seems that Cameron was not only having difficulties accepting his little brother's sexuality but he couldn't stand how happy Beau seemed to be. After the confessions were exposed, Cameron continued the fight before anyone could get to the scene in time. WIthin a few minutes of the yelling, Beau's body lie helplessly in the backyard of Cameron's cabin. That was the last time they heard Beau's heartbeat. By now everyone had gathered in a large circle surrounding their alpha. Chief slowly approached his oldest brother, and now his only brother. Another fight commenced, before soon Cameron's body lies lifelessly next to Beau's. Two brothers died in the same night.
  
  And another alpha was born.
  
  
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  A big bellly-laugh escaped the man as Chief held a bottle in his hand. He swung his head back with a wide grin at the sight in front of him. Puffs of misty clouds escaped his lips due to the chill in the air. It was winter. Blankets of heavy white snow covered the land and the river they stood by. A few rangers, including his mate, watched as karma took its toll over a poor unfortunate soul. A ranger, newly hired, decided to pull a prank on their beta. Also known as Chief's mate. Needless to say, the consequence on this poor man was decided by the beta himself, who held the ranger's ear by his fingers and dragged him towards the river. As was tradition, it was Christmas; the best time for this consequence to occur. By the time Mark had marched towards the river, Chief watched his mate in awe carry the ranger and throw him over his shoulders.
  A few others who stuck around to watch bore their grins as their beta tossed the ranger into the ice cold river. Of course, they made sure the ice was already cracked, and just enough for the thrown male to swim around. This river was deep enough to stand with the current at the hip. However, since the ranger wasn't prepared he was thrown into the river in full force and his body plummeted to the ground. Chief's laughter echoed with everyone else as the ranger got what he deserved. Chief's palm flattened out as the alpha looked over at a fellow ranger next to him. "Where's my twenty, son." He teased as winning eyes sparkled at the pack surrounding him, handing over the money they bet on.
  
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  I always prefer to role play on Discord but if you want to role play in the threads or ntoes I'd be okay with that as well, I'll just be slow to reply.
  I prefer to write in 1-2 paragraphs per reply and I adore detail.
  Mark is Chief's current mate right now but a friend of mine will be role playing him. I was given permission to include Mark in my writing.
  His first name is a secret and he likes to keep it that way. Everyone calls him Chief.
  
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  Owned by Eliasdagood
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  Face Claim: This'll probably take me a while.
  Name: Anna Vess
  Gender status: Woman
  Age: 25
  Birthday: 11/13
  Birthplace: Manhattan, New York
  
  Hair Color: Brown
  Eye Color: Blue green
  
  Skin tone: Lightly tanned
  Tattoos: Nope
  Piercings: Two in each ear
  Scars: A snakebite scar on her leg
  
  Personality
  3 Positives: Cheerful, Optimistic, intelligent
  3 Negatives: Vulnerable, daydream prone, anxious
  
  Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
  Rank: Future healer
  
  
  
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  Your lycan must be a few inches taller than your human form. A foot is the most it can go.
  Wolf
  Height: 2.6 feet at shoulder
  Weight: 110
  
  Human
  Height: 5’7
  Weight: 180
  
  Lycan
  Height: 6’5
  Weight: 200
  
  Pelt Colors
  Golden brown fur on most of her body, with darker tones toward the feet, tail, and head.
  
  
  Bitten or born: Bitten
  Allergic to silver: No
  
  
  
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  Anna grew up without a father, since he left when he found out her mother, Kate was pregnant. That was fine by Kate, though she was disappointed to see that he was so flighty. Kate put a lot of effort into making sure that her daughter would grow into a strong, intelligent woman, and Anna did everything she could to become what her mother wanted, often pushing herself a bit too far in the process, and being reluctant to accept help. She grew up mostly home schooled by Kate, who was very protective of her, and did everything she could to teach her the important things. The two women would often go out for camping trips, where Kate would teach Anna survival skills, problem solving, and a solid amount of first aid.
  
  When Kate died of a brain aneurysm, Anna suddenly realized that for all her mother taught her to be independent, it did mean that she didn't socialize all that well. She didn't understand how to talk to her peers very well, and she was unprepared for how cruel some of them could be. It took her a good couple college years to get used to it, and to this day, she can be pretty clueless about the finer points of social rules. She is very pleased with herself though, having finally gotten her degree in wildlife management. She knows Kate would be proud of her as well. Now she just has to find a job in the field, and she knows she's going to be just fine.
  
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  Anna finally finishes getting her camp set up, pretty tired out. She chose a site pretty deep into the forest, and no cars are allowed this far in. It took a while to carry all her stuff here. She goes to grab a small envelope from her bag, and get the fire put together. It takes a while without matches, but once she gets it up, she sighs happily, pleased with herself.
  
  She grows more serious, looking down at the envelope that's still in her hands. She runs a finger along the lettering, a sad smile on her lips. The calligraphy went well this year. She lets a tear trail down her cheek, feeling the familiar ache in her chest as she sets the envelope on the fire, watching the flames wrap around it and burn it to ash. She looks up at the stars, letting out a long, shaking breath.
  "Happy birthday, Mama."
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  Owned by Chiyo
  
  Face Claim: SEE HERE
  Name: Ren Nishimura
  Gender status: Male
  Age: 32
  Birthday: March 11th
  Birthplace: Osaka, Japan (Lives in the US)
  
  Hair Color: Salt Pepper gray but dyed to look dark blue/black
  Eye Color: Honey Brown
  
  Skin tone: Beige tanned
  Tattoos: Nope
  Piercings: None
  Scars: One on his chest from when he was accidentally shot as a kid
  
  Personality
  3 Positives: Intelligent, Kind, gentle
  3 Negatives: Stubborn, a bit over protective, Quiet
  
  Sexual Orientation: Straight
  Rank: Gaurdian
  
  
  
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  Wolf
  Height: 3'5 paw to shoulder
  Weight: 205
  
  Human
  Height: 6'2
  Weight: 200
  
  Lycan
  Height: 7'2
  Weight: 250
  
  Pelt Colors
  Salt Pepper gray but more black than gray on his back with a white X on his chest from his human scar
  
  
  Bitten or born: Born
  Allergic to silver: Yes
  
  
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  Ren Nishimura use to work as a researcher at the research institute in Aoshima, he is an expert on the viruses and other medical things. Some would consider him a bit of a nerd and mama's boy because of the way he looks in his human form. At night they both would go out on nightly runs just to stretch their legs until it got to a point that his mother couldn't even change to get wolf form so he would have her ride on his back during their runs. Once his mother became ill all he wanted to do was find a cure to help her and would do anything to protect her.
  
  Although he is polite and gentle, he is also a difficult person to get along with at first but will warm up to people once acquainted.
  
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  Ren's wolf gave a huff as he listened to the doctors talk to and about his mother, about she doesn't have long before she leaves this world and that they had to get him to leave somehow to make her comfortable and not be in so much pain.
  
  Both he and Ren could see the doctors standing outside his mother hospital room as he felt his mother gently pat and rub his head to reassure him that everything was alright. Thankfully the orderly approved her request to have her bedding on the floor that way Ren would have an easier time when he came to visit. With his ears laid flat on his head and his head on her stomach, Ren's honey brown eyes met the pale violet of his mothers and he whimpered as he felt his mother's hand slowly fall from the back of his neck, "Goodbye my son." She whispered as she closed her eyes for the last time and Ren gave a loud mournful howl.
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  Owned by Crono
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  Face Claim: Matt Lanter
  Name: Logan Bryant
  Gender status: Male
  Age: 30
  Birthday: November 17th
  Birthplace: California
  
  Hair Color: Dark Brunette
  Eye Color: Green
  
  Skin tone: Lightly Tanned
  Tattoos: None
  Piercings: None
  Scars: Small scar over his right eyebrow. Larger one on his right shoulder.
  
  Personality
  Positives: Loyal, Playful, Considerate, Protective
  Negatives: Reckless, Irritable, Impulsive, Childish
  
  Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
  Rank: Guardian
  
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  Wolf
  Height: 2'8
  Weight: 155
  
  Human
  Height: 6'0
  Weight: 174
  
  Lycan
  Height: 6'5
  Weight: 190
  
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  Logans furrier forms consist of mix of brown shades.
  
  
  Bitten or born: Born
  Allergic to silver: Yes
  
  
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  Logan was born into the pack, his father was a Werewolf and his mother carried the gene. Both had been born into the pack themselves, which is how they'd met. When he was five and still a boy he'd gone out in a small canoe onto one of the local lakes with his twelve year old sister Margaret and their grandfather Elias. The older Werewolf had recently been having memory issues and it was thought that he was having the beginnings of a form of Alzheimer's. However he still lived life normally and showed no signs of it effecting his cognitive functions to the point of being unable to care for himself or be left alone. That's why nobody gave a second thought to him taking his grand-kids out for a little fishing on the lake.
  
  Logan's personal memories of the event are a little hazy but he remembers his grandfather suddenly shifting to his Lycan form just before the act tipped the boat over. Logan remembers the confused look in the wolf's eyes, and it was decided that Elias had forgotten where he was and had panicked. Logan remembers the rush of water, of his hands clinging to the life jacket his sister had put on him. He remembers hearing Margie cry out, but then nothing. His next memory is waking up in his own bed to his parents grieving even though they were happy he was awake. Elias and Margaret both were assumed dead, though the bodies weren't technically found. This event left Logan rather traumatized, both with a large fear of large bodies of water, and that he avoids shifting into his Lycan form as much as he possibly can.
  
  Fast-forwards to Logan graduating high-school and he immediately went to work at the local garage. Having always found a comfort and passion in working on automobiles. Doing this for a number of years until the Alpha of the pack went about requesting a new crew to be trained for the ranger station. Logan considered it before deciding he'd do his part by helping the pack, not only that but he'd gotten to comfortable and content with his everyday life. This would switch things up, broaden his horizon's as they say.
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  Logan slammed the hood of the red dodge truck shut, the sound echoing through the area. Greasy hands rubbed together working out the kinks as the man released a heavy sigh. The truck was on it's last legs and wouldn't last many more patch-jobs, though it didn't matter how many times he'd told John this, the other man never listened. When Logan spotted John exiting the nearby home it was clear the man had heard him finishing up. John came down the steps with a grin on his face as if he knew Logan had done his job, like the many other times. "John--," Logan had started but the blonde man interrupted him abruptly by holding up a hand and shaking his head. "I know what you're going to say, and don't. Thanks for fixing her up, and I'll pay you for your honest work.
  
  Logan huffed, wringing his hands on a rag to try and clean them off a bit. "Don't worry about it, you've done more for me over the years. This is just my way of paying you back." Logan smiled back at the man and winked at him. John looked as though he was about to protest but ended up shrugging his shoulders in defeat. They'd meet in the middle with Logan not mentioning the truck needing to be replaced, and John wouldn't fight him on paying for the work. The two parted ways with a nod before going on about their day.
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  Owned by DarkD1vinity
  
  Face Claim: (No face claim at the moment)
  Name: Jen Arrow
  Gender status: Female
  Age: 21
  Birthday: December 21, 1996
  Birthplace: Sydney, Australia (though was raised in the US)
  
  Hair Color: Auburn (shoulder length)
  Eye Color: A deep blue
  
  Skin tone: Fair/light
  Tattoos: Yes; a black dragon coiled around her upper right arm.
  Piercings: None
  Scars: A scar running down and over her right eye (though has not damaged the actual eye in any way)
  
  Personality
  3 Positives: Loyal, caring, protective
  3 Negatives: Bit of a hot temper, can be rebellious, stubborn
  
  Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
  Rank: Warrior
  
  
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  Your lycan must be a few inches taller than your human form. A foot is the most it can go.
  Wolf
  Height: 3'6
  Weight: 196
  
  Human
  Height: 6'2
  Weight: 155
  
  Lycan
  Height: 7'2'
  Weight: 225
  
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  Jen's pelt colors are a mix of a dark auburn and black (a bit darker than whats shown in the pic)
  
  Bitten or born: Born
  Allergic to silver: No
  
  
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  Jen grew up in her own pack during childhood, having shifted her first time at a young age, and so was readily administered into the pack. Her pack mainly consisted of family members, only close family friends being the exception to the rule.
  Her father was the alpha, while her mother stood by her fathers side as the alpha female, the two were rarely seen apart.
  But despite close family ties and bonds, Jen's childhood life was far from easy.
  Her family pack believed in a way of life that was more brutal than the common civilized werewolf pack, her parents believed it was best if the pack acted more like their wild counterparts and behave in a more savage way. This led to a whole series of problems in Jen's eyes, as no mercy was ever bestowed to the weak in this way of living, and no love or true care was ever shown to each other.
  Cruel rights of passage were ensued to newcomers, bloody fights to the death were common tests as shows of strength, and much more happened, all equally gruesome, under the tyrannical rule of her parents.
  After having been pinned against her younger brother as another test of strength, Jen had suffered her last straw, and decided it was best for her to leave, as she had no inclination of continuing this lifestyle. This, of course, angered her pack deeply, but none more than her father, as he instantaneously attacked her without say or hesitation once she had voiced her intentions.
  Whether he had plans of murdering her, or this was a way to dissuade her from leaving, Jen can never say.
  She escaped, of course, but would forever hold the scar across her eye her father had bestowed upon her as a departing gift, the only wound she acquired that would never fully heal.
  16 and alone she did the best she could to live life on her own, without a pack and without a family, unfortunately living on the streets was the only way she could survive for 2 years.
  Eventually she acquired a job, an apartment, a sports bike, and left the streets, though continued to live a hard life of a lone wolf for another 3 years.
  That is, until she discovered a job opening at the local ranger station and decided to check it out.
  
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  "Aaaaand that should do it", the tattoo artist stated with a triumphant grin as he admired his work, setting his machinery aside.
  Jen flexed her right arm as she moved it around, trying not to grimace from the pain of the fresh needlework as she beheld the artwork that coiled around her upper arm muscles.
  The tattoo artist gave her a smile, "You like?", he asked, giving a small laugh as Jens gaze remained transfixed on the black dragon.
  "I love it", she whispered, her eyes glittering with satisfaction at the craftmanship, "They weren't kidding when they said you were the best in town".
  The tattoo artist gave a sheepish shrug, and with a cocky demeanor added, "Of course I'm the best in town, might be the best there is", he gave a sly wink, "Though the dragon suits you, it gives you an air of... badass", he then gave a slight nod towards her Ducati out front, "Same with that beautiful set of wheels out front, not everyone has the courage to ride such a beast".
  Jen gave a laugh, and couldn't help the smile that began to tug at her lips, "Its my bike that has the courage, not me", she joked, before whipping out some cash to pay the man.
  The tattoo artist instantly waved his hand, pushing her hand away, along with the cash, "No no no, this ones on me gorgeous girl, go out and enjoy it".
  Jen raised a curious eyebrow, a bit confused, "You sure? I'm more than willing to pay, I've got plenty-"
  "No no", the man cut her off, now pushing her towards the door to prevent her from retaliating, "This one is a gift, it is the least I can do to repay you for what you did for my son".
  A moment of remembrance flashed across Jens face as she recalled, "Ohhh... you mean that? Well that was... all I did was give him some cash I-".
  "Which is more than he could've hoped for", the tattoo artist interdicted, the two of them now stopped at the door; his expression soon softened, "Now go, enjoy my gift", he waved a hand towards the door.
  Jen finally gave in and returned the cash to her pocket, "Well... thank you", she said in gratitude as she removed her jacket and helmet off the rack, putting them on, before exiting out the door and towards her bike.
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  Owned by TheLoneRedWolf ​
  
  
  Name: Asher Wilder
  Gender status: Female
  Age: 24
  Birthday: October 8
  Birthplace: Washington State
  
  Hair Color: Dark Brown
  Eye Color: Blue
  
  Skin tone: Olive
  Tattoos: A tattoo of a blooming flower that wraps around the outer edge of her left breast. A detailed landscape scrawling across her back of the mountains back home. An anchor on her right shoulder
  Piercings: A nose piercing on her left nostril that she keeps a clear piece in most of the time as it’s not visible but keeps it from closing up. Two lobe piercings on each ear and a cartilage piercing on her left. She takes these out for work as she’s had them since she was a teen and they won’t close quickly.
  Scars: A scar on the left side of her bottom lip, One nicking against her brow, and one that juts across her jugular.
  
  Personality: Although at times she may not act like it, Asher does care about the people around her. Although her people skills are a bit rusty she does try her hardest to convey the point she wants to get across.
  3 Positives: Understanding, Loyal, thoughtful
  3 Negatives: Sarcastic, Curses a lot, a little too laid back
  
  Sexual Orientation: Demisexual Biromantic
  Rank: Warrior
  
  
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  Height: 2.8’
  Weight: 78lbs
  
  Human
  Height: 5’6”
  Weight: 157lbs
  
  Lycan
  Height: 5’8”
  Weight: 172lbs
  
  Pelt Colors
  Dark brown to the point it’s nearly black
  Bitten or born: Bitten
  Allergic to silver: Yes
  
  
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  As a child, Asher grew up with several “brothers” in a foster home. Life was good. She grew up playing games like cops and robbers and knights, which, more often than not, ended up with a nerf war between them all. Though as much as she enjoyed these games she preferred going off into the woods behind their home and climbing through the brambles and up the rocky trenches exploring. The forest became her go to safe place and she spent so much time there that her foster mother could often be found plucking leaves from the child’s hair as Ash tried to escape. However, as she grew older games of war became somewhat of a reality. At 18 she enlisted in the Marines and spent time overseas in Afghanistan for nearly four years before an explosion left her being medically discharged at the age of 21.
  
  Going back to civilian life was a quick, and rough transition and it was something that took a lot of getting used to. She needed work-and after many miserable odd jobs she took up to pay the bills she found an advertisement for an animal shelter looking to hire caretakers. Thinking it would just be another easy cash grab she took it and in no time at all found herself sitting in a room covered in cat fur, dog shit, and animal saliva… and she loved it. Asher spent most of her time at the shelter exercising the dogs, bottle feeding kittens, and even learning to take care of squirrels along the way. Though somewhere along the way her love for animals got the best of her. While riding home one night she came across a large mass in the middle of the road. She put on her hazards and swung herself off her motorbike, popping her helmet off. Lying there was… a dog? A big dog. A very big dog. Thinking the creature was hurt, she made an attempt to approach it-thinking it was injured when it bit her. Well shit. A doctor visit and a week later Ash began to notice some… differences. Specific ones that prevented her from working in the public until she figured out what was going on so when she saw an ad for a park needing security work she thought ‘Huh. That could work.’
  
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  Her upper lip twisted into a happy snarl as she sniffed at her paw. She had an intense distaste for the metallic scent of blood and while the pack, and her wolf, found hunting to be a great bonding activity Ash found that the crimson liquid bunching and pulling at her chocolate colored coat to be more than a little irritating-especially when she shifted back and had to scrub at the flaking pieces to make the stains rid themselves from her mouth and throat, but the thrill of the kill and chase was worth smelling like pennies in the end.
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  Elliot "Elle" Parson
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  Gender status: Male
  Age: 29
  Birthday: December 31
  Birthplace: London, England
  Hair Color: Depends on the day; naturally black
  Eye Color: Green / Hazel
  
  Skin tone: Mocha
  Tattoos: None
  Piercings: None
  Scars: None
  
  Personality
  3 Positives: Confident, Big Heart, Outgoing
  3 Negatives: Cocky, Assertive, Straight Forward.
  
  Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
  Rank: Healer
  
  
  
  

  

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  Wolf
  Height: 30 inches - to the shoulder
  Weight: 106 lbs
  
  Human
  Height: 6'4"
  Weight: 191 lbs
  
  Lycan
  Height: 6'9"
  Weight: 206 lbs
  
  Pelt Colors
  Tawny brown with dark patches on the tip of his hears and tail
  Bitten or born: Born
  Allergic to silver: No
  
  
  
  

  

  
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  Elliot was born and raised in Sutton, a southern district of London, England. Born into a family of wealth, Elliot has never been left truly wanting. His mother passed away when he was only three; he doesn't have any truly developed memories of her, only images of time he spent with her before her passing and memory of her perfume, he still has a small bottle of it he keeps tucked away in his dresser. At the age of ten Elliot's father was offered a position as a CEO in New York and the pair moved there, away from their pack and family. Coming of age in New York was both exciting and dangerous for an adolescent wolf; his father did his best to take him out to their summer home in the Hampton's however it just wasn't always possible leaving Elliot to his own devices.
  
  During high school Elliot craved inclusion, desired to belong and with an absent pack and father he turned to his peers. Contact sports were out the question, even with his height and the natural assumption he would gravitate to playing either American football or Basketball it was far too much of a risk of exposure. If he were injured and healed too quickly or accidentally injured someone else it would raise too many questions for the unknowing public. With energy pent up Elliot turned to dancing. He spent the best years of his life, so far as he was concerned, building and developing relationships with humans that also loved to dance. He was naturally -wolf inclined - graceful and had energy to expend. Elliot had every intent and wish to follow up his drive to dance at Julliard School of Dance but his father would have none of it. With Elliot's high grades and near perfect SAT scoring his choices were to pick a career path through Columbia or kiss his wealthy lifestyle goodbye.
  
  Not wanting to lose his only connection to his former pack and only living family member, Elliot enrolled in Columbia and started his surgical career. Four years of undergraduate study, followed by four years of study and a final three years of surgical practice, Elliot found himself a proud owner of Doctor of Medicine (M.D) degree. This would have made his father undoubtedly proud if he hadn't passed away two months before graduation.
  
  
  
  

  

  
  Lost and lonely, Elliot wanting nothing more than for his boyfriend to accept him for who he truly was. After his father funeral the pair traveled to his family home in the Hampton's where Elliot revealed exactly what he was... As blessed and happy as they were it wasn't meant to be; terrified of what he had seen Elliot's boyfriend fled, further complicating Elliot's life.
  
  Family fortune stowed away, and all properties and shares sold, Elliot sought out a pack he could connect with, a place he could call home and people that just might welcome him.
  
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  Elliot drove through the quiet country side to the territory of the pack, after speaking to Chief, the Alpha, he had been welcomed to join in Ranger Training. He knew well enough it was a ruse to see if the flamboyant and cocky wolf could fit into the lifestyle and day to day of wolf and pack life after spending the last 30 pretending his was anything but. He pulled his SUV to a stop before the small and simple cabin that was designated his own, turning off the engine and simply staring. He had come, straight from his former four bedroom flat over looking central park. Three bathrooms, two kitchens and a rooftop patio with full bar to the one floor moss and leave covered cabin. He felt both torn and at a peace; part of him wanted to turn the SUV back on and go back, sort things out with Trey (his ex) and get back to work doing what he had spent a decade training to do, but part of him, a tiny voice inside told him he was exactly where he needed to be.
  
  With a sigh he climbed out of the vehicle and collected his suitcases before pushing the screened front door of his cabin open. It smelt stale, almost musty - it had been a while since anyone had lived there and the previous tenant had certainly been all human. He huffed and dragged the wheeled cases in, letting them fall to the ground in what would pass as a living room, shouldering off the strap of another bag and dropping the fourth and final bag. The cabin consisted of one large room for the dining, kitchen and living room, two doors at either side of a fire place to one side of the cabin told him one was the bathroom and the other the bedroom, behind him the door he had just come through.
  
  Collecting one suitcase he dragged it through the dusty cabin to the back where he found the small bedroom, fully furnished with a bed, dresser and nightstand with lamp. He chuckled quietly to himself. "If they could see me now." he hauled the case up onto the edge of the bed, unzipping and flipping the lid open. He was content to see that despite his own rough handling of the luggage everything within was still tucked into place. He removed his mothers perfume and set it a top the dress, soon followed by his father pocket watch and his favorite customer Timberland boots; and homage to where he had come from.
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  Name:
  Kim McDonald
  
  Gender
  status: Female
  
  Age:
  17
  
  Birthday:
  4th September
  
  Birthplace:
  Glasgow, Scotland
  
  
  Hair Color:
  Black and white (dyed from dark brown)
  
  Eye Color:
  Icy blue
  
  Skin tone:
  White, somewhat pale
  
  Tattoos:
  None
  
  Piercings:
  None
  
  Scars:
  A large scar across her right eye
  Spoiler: Scar 1
  Several whip scars along her back
  Spoiler: Scar 2
  Several cigarette burn scars dotted around her neck and arms
  Bullet scar on her shoulder
  
  Personality:
  Kim is a bit of an enigma. Given her past, she has a distrusting nature and is prone to reacting strongly to something she either does not like or agree with. She harbours a deep resentment towards humans, even the rangers but is much more at ease with other werewolves however she tends to be wary of those older than her. As someone with Asperger's syndrome, Kim's behaviour can come across as odd to those who do not know her. She can also be unpredictable, going from calm to flying into a rage in a matter of a second if triggered by the right words or events. Kim is much more comfortable in her wolf or lycan form as opposed to her human one. While Kim is not much of a talker by nature, when the topic is one that she has a large interest in, she becomes a chatterbug- sometimes not knowing when to stop talking.
  
  When her mind is at ease, Kim's real nature begins to shine through. She is a logical thinker and has good problem-solving skills. As someone who hates lying or being lied to, Kim is a very truthful creature and secrets tend to be safe with her.
  
  3 Positives:
  Loyal, analytical, kind (to people she knows and trusts)
  
  3 Negatives:
  Lack of social skills, has trust issues, hates being touched
  
  Sexual Orientation:
  Bisexual
  
  Rank:
  Subordinate
  
  W E R E W O L F B A S I C
  Your lycan must be a few inches taller than your human form. A foot is the most it can go.
  
  Wolf
  
  Height:
  2'5
  
  Weight:
  75lbs
  
  
  Human
  
  Height:
  5'6ft
  
  Weight: 100 lbs
  
  
  Lycan
  Height: 6'3ft
  
  Weight:
  150 lbs
  
  
  Pelt Colors
  Spoiler: Pelt colour
  All scars visible on Kim as a human are visible on both her wolf and lycan form.
  
  Bitten or born:
  Born
  
  Allergic to silver:
  Yes
  
  H I S T O R Y
  Kim's life before coming to the pack was a difficult one. Her mother was only 14 when she was born, and she has never met her father. Her mother harboured a great deal of resentment towards Kim due to the role of motherhood harbouring on her social life and plans, something that was punctuated by one incident when Kim was only a year old when she accidentally shifted into a wolf pup. This caused an even bigger wedge between them, something that has lasted throughout Kim's life. Kim grew up isolated from other children, even in nursery and school, leaving her with no friends and often bullied. She even got into trouble numerous times for attacking her hecklers in an animalistic manner. Her home life was volatile and often violent. At some point in Kim's life, her mother married another man, William who was indifferent to the abuse Kim endured from her mother, only giving her a "Leave the kid alone" as any kind of defiance. While he did not usually partake in the mistreatment, he would sometimes drink too much and would take out his frustrations on Kim. He was the cause of one particularly nasty encounter, which also caused the scar on her face; one that Kim refuses to talk about and will become angry about if she is made to bring it up.
  
  Throughout all of this, Kim struggled with both having Aspergers syndrome and the knowledge that her mother and family considered her some kind of freak because of her werewolf abilities. While she never shifted, Kim was still affected by the effects of the full moon; resulting in extreme emotional outbursts. During those times, she would be either locked in the attic or in the basement, only being given small amounts of food and let out three times a day to go to the bathroom. The only person in Kim's life that would show Kim any kind of care was her maternal grandfather. When she was thirteen, he told her about how he too was a werewolf. While angry that he had kept that from her for all those years; Kim was relieved to know that she was not alone in the matter. However, it was shortlived as William got a job in America causing the "family" to move. Kim was reluctant to leave Scotland, but was dragged along anyway. To this day, Kim still misses Scotland and is extremely homesick. Being separated from the only person she could confidently call part of her family or pack, Kim's already deep resentment for humans only got worse.
  
  Life stayed unstable for Kim, now being in a different country with customs different from what they were in Scotland. During that time, Kim's mother had another child, her little sister Jenny. Unlike Kim, Jenny was treasured by her mother and William and the three of them were seen by many as a happy family, leaving Kim on the sidelines. But it was not until after Kim turned sixteen when things went from bad to worse.
  
  One full moon, Kim was held in the basement again and having a particularly extreme episode, causing her to (for the first time since she was a toddler) into her full lycan form. Panicking, Kim ended up destroying the basement in her frenzy. Disturbed by the noise, William opened the doors to the basement armed with a belt (his favourite weapon), only to be stunned at the sight of a huge and black creature with sharp teeth at the bottom of the stairs screaming at him.
  Spoiler: Creepy-ish pic of what he probably saw
  As he had been unaware of Kim's infliction, William attempted to call SWAT but was subdued by Kim who -despite her hatred for the man- couldn't bring herself to hurt him. However, she regretted not doing anything to him as the man quickly re-appeared with a Glock 17 and shooting Kim in the shoulder, causing her to fall back into the basement and never let out again even after the full moon passed. It was only after a few weeks, Kim was able to break out of the basement. Not surprisingly, there did not seem to be much fuss about her disappearance. Since then, Kim roamed the streets simply trying to avoid starving to death and rapidly losing hope in finding a place to call hers.
  
  R P S A M P L E
  The forest was engulfed in a welcomed silence with only the sound of the whispering trees, the buzzing of bees and the rush of the river close by. After enduring the unbearable and constant barrage of noise from the city, it was a positive change and one that Kim could appreciate. She always liked the colour green, and now she was surrounded by it. She never liked brown though... something about it seemed abrasive and rough to Kim; she could never explain it. Sitting against the base of the tree, she just sighed as she looked around, her hair fluttering in the soft wind. Shutting her eyes, she could only listen to everything around her, despite her niggling feeling that something was going to jump out and attack her. Was there any relief? There had to be... surely.
  
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Name: Anna Vess
Gender status: Woman
Age: 25
Birthday: 11/13
Birthplace: Manhattan, New York

Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue green

Skin tone: Lightly tanned
Tattoos: Nope
Piercings: Two in each ear
Scars: A snakebite scar on her leg

Personality
3 Positives: Cheerful, Optimistic, intelligent
3 Negatives: Vulnerable, daydream prone, anxious

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Rank: Future healer

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Your lycan must be a few inches taller than your human form. A foot is the most it can go.​

Wolf
Height: 2.6 feet at shoulder
Weight: 110

Human
Height: 5’7
Weight: 180

Lycan
Height: 6’5
Weight: 200

Pelt Colors
Golden brown fur on most of her body, with darker tones toward the feet, tail, and head.


Bitten or born: Bitten
Allergic to silver: No

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Anna grew up without a father, since he left when he found out her mother, Kate was pregnant. That was fine by Kate, though she was disappointed to see that he was so flighty. Kate put a lot of effort into making sure that her daughter would grow into a strong, intelligent woman, and Anna did everything she could to become what her mother wanted, often pushing herself a bit too far in the process, and being reluctant to accept help. She grew up mostly home schooled by Kate, who was very protective of her, and did everything she could to teach her the important things. The two women would often go out for camping trips, where Kate would teach Anna survival skills, problem solving, and a solid amount of first aid.

When Kate died of a brain aneurysm, Anna suddenly realized that for all her mother taught her to be independent, it did mean that she didn't socialize all that well. She didn't understand how to talk to her peers very well, and she was unprepared for how cruel some of them could be. It took her a good couple college years to get used to it, and to this day, she can be pretty clueless about the finer points of social rules. She is very pleased with herself though, having finally gotten her degree in wildlife management. She knows Kate would be proud of her as well. Now she just has to find a job in the field, and she knows she's going to be just fine.

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Anna finally finishes getting her camp set up, pretty tired out. She chose a site pretty deep into the forest, and no cars are allowed this far in. It took a while to carry all her stuff here. She goes to grab a small envelope from her bag, and get the fire put together. It takes a while without matches, but once she gets it up, she sighs happily, pleased with herself.

She grows more serious, looking down at the envelope that's still in her hands. She runs a finger along the lettering, a sad smile on her lips. The calligraphy went well this year. She lets a tear trail down her cheek, feeling the familiar ache in her chest as she sets the envelope on the fire, watching the flames wrap around it and burn it to ash. She looks up at the stars, letting out a long, shaking breath.
"Happy birthday, Mama."
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[Inky Momma]

Accepted.

Thank you for applying. You're the first member to apply! Hopefully we can get more members to put in their apps soon and get the plot started. I'd be happy to have you as a potential healer, you can join as a regular member for now when you get started.

I loved her history! I enjoyed your writing, you created a very logical and balanced character. I'm very pleased with it overall. I can't wait to role play with you soon. I'm going to be putting in Chief's app now that I know people are interested.

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[Inky Momma]

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Name: Chief Paige
Gender status: Male
Age: 56
Birthday: February 2nd
Birthplace: California, USA

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Skin tone: Indian/Tan
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Scars: A litter of scars on his back from lycan fights

Personality
3 Positives: Loyal, Hard worker, Protective, Fatherly
3 Negatives: Bullheaded (headstrong), Serious, Overthinker.​

Sexual Orientation: Demisexual (But he claims he's straight lol)
Rank: Alpha



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Your lycan must be a few inches taller than your human form. A foot is the most it can go.
Wolf
Height: 3'2 (paw to shoulders)
Weight: 260 lbs

Human
Height: 6'8
Weight: 260 lbs

Lycan
Height: 7'4
Weight: 260 lbs

Pelt Colors
All black.


Bitten or born: Born
Allergic to silver: Yes
(After countless visits to the Doc he's grown to be immune to it)



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Like most of the rangers, Chief grew up at the station his entire life. From diapers to current. His mother taught him everything he needed to know about survival, compassion, and teamwork. She also taught him, among everyone else in the pack: no matter what choices you make, smart or stupid, big or small - it will always affect someone, whether it's you or someone else. His mother is one of the biggest reason why he overthinks everything. Chief grew up with three other siblings: Cameron being his oldest brother, Chenoa being his little sister, and Beaumont being the youngest of the four. The four of them grew up in a tight-knit group, making friends with the other kids at the Station. They all had a path to take, planned by their parents. Their mother and father were both madly in love - and the pack knew it to be true. They were good mates, but they knew that in the future the time will come of Cameron's fate.

By the time Cameron reached the rightful age, they promoted him to become the alpha of the pack. Chief was there to watch the promotion, and watch his parents leave. They wanted to have a break from everything. They've done their part and protected the pack from the werewolf hunters in their time of service. It was time for a long lasting honeymoon. Cameron has been trained to do everything in his power to protect the station and the lands thereof. This included training the new rangers to be the best future protectors of the forest and the people who visited nature. Some say Cameron became a good alpha, however most people strongly disliked his harsh commands and consequences as time went on. Yet, Chief still watched. (Of course, at the time his name wasn't actulaly Chief but for now we're calling him Chief because he has grown to hate his name ever since childhood.)

While the eldest brother of the Paige family ran the pack, Chief and his younger siblings have grown even closer to each other, and seemingly further away from Cameron. At first it was unintentional. However, Cameron started showing his jealousy towards his siblings. For revenge, Cameron decided to pick the easiest target in order to get any kind of attention from both Chief and Chenoa: which meant their youngest brother Beau. At this time, they're roughly in their twenties and slowly starting to realize how cruel Cameron is as an alpha. But they're adjusting and toelrating him as much as they can. Since they were taught to be civil and polite to their alpha, they couldn't fight back - plus Cameron was their family, they felt no need to fight back. That is, until Cameron started blatantly making fun of Beau for expressing his sexuality. Both Chief and Chenoa constantly had to pull Cameron off of their youngest brother when fights would occur. Finally, at some point, they had to convince Cameron that the only reason they were hanging out without him is due to Cameron's cruel behaviors but it wasn't intentional at first. While that was the truth, Cameron didn't believe them. The only thing he seemed to care about is to get rid of his "problem" - which can only be fixed by doing one thing he'll regret later.

It happened all too quickly on a Saturday night.
Chief and Chenoa happened to be there as it occured: Cameron and Beau were fighting again. It seems that Cameron was not only having difficulties accepting his little brother's sexuality but he couldn't stand how happy Beau seemed to be. After the confessions were exposed, Cameron continued the fight before anyone could get to the scene in time. WIthin a few minutes of the yelling, Beau's body lie helplessly in the backyard of Cameron's cabin. That was the last time they heard Beau's heartbeat. By now everyone had gathered in a large circle surrounding their alpha. Chief slowly approached his oldest brother, and now his only brother. Another fight commenced, before soon Cameron's body lies lifelessly next to Beau's. Two brothers died in the same night.

And another alpha was born.


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A big bellly-laugh escaped the man as Chief held a bottle in his hand. He swung his head back with a wide grin at the sight in front of him. Puffs of misty clouds escaped his lips due to the chill in the air. It was winter. Blankets of heavy white snow covered the land and the river they stood by. A few rangers, including his mate, watched as karma took its toll over a poor unfortunate soul. A ranger, newly hired, decided to pull a prank on their beta. Also known as Chief's mate. Needless to say, the consequence on this poor man was decided by the beta himself, who held the ranger's ear by his fingers and dragged him towards the river. As was tradition, it was Christmas; the best time for this consequence to occur. By the time Mark had marched towards the river, Chief watched his mate in awe carry the ranger and throw him over his shoulders.
A few others who stuck around to watch bore their grins as their beta tossed the ranger into the ice cold river. Of course, they made sure the ice was already cracked, and just enough for the thrown male to swim around. This river was deep enough to stand with the current at the hip. However, since the ranger wasn't prepared he was thrown into the river in full force and his body plummeted to the ground. Chief's laughter echoed with everyone else as the ranger got what he deserved. Chief's palm flattened out as the alpha looked over at a fellow ranger next to him. "Where's my twenty, son." He teased as winning eyes sparkled at the pack surrounding him, handing over the money they bet on.

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I prefer to write in 1-2 paragraphs per reply and I adore detail.
Mark is Chief's current mate right now but a friend of mine will be role playing him. I was given permission to include Mark in my writing.
His first name is a secret and he likes to keep it that way. Everyone calls him Chief.

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[Chiyo]

Hope this is alright.

Face Claim: Google Image Result for https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/shall-we-date/images/8/8e/Ren_Nishimura.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150920075243


Name: Ren Nishimura
Gender status: Male
Age: 32
Birthday: March 11th
Birthplace: Osaka, Japan (Lives in the US)

Hair Color: Salt Pepper gray but dyed to look dark blue/black
Eye Color: Honey Brown

Skin tone: Beige tanned
Tattoos: Nope
Piercings: None
Scars: One on his chest from when he was accidentally shot as a kid

Personality
3 Positives: Intelligent, Kind, gentle
3 Negatives: Stubborn, a bit over protective, Quiet

Sexual Orientation: Straight
Rank: Gaurdian



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Wolf
Height: 3'5 paw to shoulder
Weight: 205

Human
Height: 6'2
Weight: 200

Lycan
Height: 7'2
Weight: 250

Pelt Colors
Salt Pepper gray but more black than gray on his back with a white X on his chest from his human scar


Bitten or born: Born
Allergic to silver: Yes


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Ren Nishimura use to work as a researcher at the research institute in Aoshima, he is an expert on the viruses and other medical things. Some would consider him a bit of a nerd and mama's boy because of the way he looks in his human form. At night they both would go out on nightly runs just to stretch their legs until it got to a point that his mother couldn't even change to get wolf form so he would have her ride on his back during their runs. Once his mother became ill all he wanted to do was find a cure to help her and would do anything to protect her.

Although he is polite and gentle, he is also a difficult person to get along with at first but will warm up to people once acquainted.

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Ren's wolf gave a huff as he listened to the doctors talk to and about his mother, about she doesn't have long before she leaves this world and that they had to get him to leave somehow to make her comfortable and not be in so much pain.

Both he and Ren could see the doctors standing outside his mother hospital room as he felt his mother gently pat and rub his head to reassure him that everything was alright. Thankfully the orderly approved her request to have her bedding on the floor that way Ren would have an easier time when he came to visit. With his ears laid flat on his head and his head on her stomach, Ren's honey brown eyes met the pale violet of his mothers and he whimpered as he felt his mother's hand slowly fall from the back of his neck, "Goodbye my son." She whispered as she closed her eyes for the last time and Ren gave a loud mournful howl.
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[Crono]

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Face Claim: Matt Lanter
Name: Logan Bryant
Gender status: Male
Age: 30
Birthday: November 17th
Birthplace: California, USA

Hair Color: Dark Brunette
Eye Color: Green

Skin tone: Lightly Tanned
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Scars: Small scar over his right eyebrow. Larger one on his right shoulder.

Personality
Positives: Loyal, Playful, Considerate, Protective
Negatives: Reckless, Irritable, Impulsive, Childish

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Rank: Guardian

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Wolf
Height: 2'8
Weight: 155

Human
Height: 6'0
Weight: 174

Lycan
Height: 6'5
Weight: 190

Pelt Colors

Logans furrier forms consist of mix of brown shades.


Bitten or born: Born
Allergic to silver: Yes


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Logan was born into the pack, his father was a Werewolf and his mother carried the gene. Both had been born into the pack themselves, which is how they'd met. When he was five and still a boy he'd gone out in a small canoe onto one of the local lakes with his twelve year old sister Margaret and their grandfather Elias. The older Werewolf had recently been having memory issues and it was thought that he was having the beginnings of a form of Alzheimer's. However he still lived life normally and showed no signs of it effecting his cognitive functions to the point of being unable to care for himself or be left alone. That's why nobody gave a second thought to him taking his grand-kids out for a little fishing on the lake.

Logan's personal memories of the event are a little hazy but he remembers his grandfather suddenly shifting to his Lycan form just before the act tipped the boat over. Logan remembers the confused look in the wolf's eyes, and it was decided that Elias had forgotten where he was and had panicked. Logan remembers the rush of water, of his hands clinging to the life jacket his sister had put on him. He remembers hearing Margie cry out, but then nothing. His next memory is waking up in his own bed to his parents grieving even though they were happy he was awake. Elias and Margaret both were assumed dead, though the bodies weren't technically found. This event left Logan rather traumatized, both with a large fear of large bodies of water, and that he avoids shifting into his Lycan form as much as he possibly can.

Fast-forwards to Logan graduating high-school and he immediately went to work at the local garage. Having always found a comfort and passion in working on automobiles. Doing this for a number of years until the Alpha of the pack went about requesting a new crew to be trained for the ranger station. Logan considered it before deciding he'd do his part by helping the pack, not only that but he'd gotten to comfortable and content with his everyday life. This would switch things up, broaden his horizon's as they say.
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Logan slammed the hood of the red dodge truck shut, the sound echoing through the area. Greasy hands rubbed together working out the kinks as the man released a heavy sigh. The truck was on it's last legs and wouldn't last many more patch-jobs, though it didn't matter how many times he'd told John this, the other man never listened. When Logan spotted John exiting the nearby home it was clear the man had heard him finishing up. John came down the steps with a grin on his face as if he knew Logan had done his job, like the many other times. "John--," Logan had started but the blonde man interrupted him abruptly by holding up a hand and shaking his head. "I know what you're going to say, and don't. Thanks for fixing her up, and I'll pay you for your honest work.

Logan huffed, wringing his hands on a rag to try and clean them off a bit. "Don't worry about it, you've done more for me over the years. This is just my way of paying you back." Logan smiled back at the man and winked at him. John looked as though he was about to protest but ended up shrugging his shoulders in defeat. They'd meet in the middle with Logan not mentioning the truck needing to be replaced, and John wouldn't fight him on paying for the work. The two parted ways with a nod before going on about their day.​

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[Inky Momma]

Hope this is alright.

Face Claim: Google Image Result for https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/shall-we-date/images/8/8e/Ren_Nishimura.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150920075243


Name: Ren Nishimura
Gender status: Male
Age: 32
Birthday: March 11th
Birthplace: Osaka, Japan (Lives in the US)

Hair Color: Salt Pepper gray but dyed to look dark blue/black
Eye Color: Honey Brown

Skin tone: Beige tanned
Tattoos: Nope
Piercings: None
Scars: One on his chest from when he was accidentally shot as a kid

Personality
3 Positives: Intelligent, Kind, gentle
3 Negatives: Stubborn, a bit over protective, Quiet

Sexual Orientation: Straight
Rank: Gaurdian



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Wolf
Height: 3'5 paw to shoulder
Weight: 205

Human
Height: 6'2
Weight: 200

Lycan
Height: 7'2
Weight: 250

Pelt Colors
Salt Pepper gray but more black than gray on his back with a white X on his chest from his human scar


Bitten or born: Born
Allergic to silver: Yes


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Ren Nishimura use to work as a researcher at the research institute in Aoshima, he is an expert on the viruses and other medical things. Some would consider him a bit of a nerd and mama's boy because of the way he looks in his human form. At night they both would go out on nightly runs just to stretch their legs until it got to a point that his mother couldn't even change to get wolf form so he would have her ride on his back during their runs. Once his mother became ill all he wanted to do was find a cure to help her and would do anything to protect her.

Although he is polite and gentle, he is also a difficult person to get along with at first but will warm up to people once acquainted.

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Ren's wolf gave a huff as he listened to the doctors talk to and about his mother, about she doesn't have long before she leaves this world and that they had to get him to leave somehow to make her comfortable and not be in so much pain.

Both he and Ren could see the doctors standing outside his mother hospital room as he felt his mother gently pat and rub his head to reassure him that everything was alright. Thankfully the orderly approved her request to have her bedding on the floor that way Ren would have an easier time when he came to visit. With his ears laid flat on his head and his head on her stomach, Ren's honey brown eyes met the pale violet of his mothers and he whimpered as he felt his mother's hand slowly fall from the back of his neck, "Goodbye my son." She whispered as she closed her eyes for the last time and Ren gave a loud mournful howl.
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[Inky Momma]

Hope this is alright.

Face Claim: Google Image Result for https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/shall-we-date/images/8/8e/Ren_Nishimura.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150920075243


Name: Ren Nishimura
Gender status: Male
Age: 32
Birthday: March 11th
Birthplace: Osaka, Japan (Lives in the US)

Hair Color: Salt Pepper gray but dyed to look dark blue/black
Eye Color: Honey Brown

Skin tone: Beige tanned
Tattoos: Nope
Piercings: None
Scars: One on his chest from when he was accidentally shot as a kid

Personality
3 Positives: Intelligent, Kind, gentle
3 Negatives: Stubborn, a bit over protective, Quiet

Sexual Orientation: Straight
Rank: Gaurdian



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Wolf
Height: 3'5 paw to shoulder
Weight: 205

Human
Height: 6'2
Weight: 200

Lycan
Height: 7'2
Weight: 250

Pelt Colors
Salt Pepper gray but more black than gray on his back with a white X on his chest from his human scar


Bitten or born: Born
Allergic to silver: Yes


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Ren Nishimura use to work as a researcher at the research institute in Aoshima, he is an expert on the viruses and other medical things. Some would consider him a bit of a nerd and mama's boy because of the way he looks in his human form. At night they both would go out on nightly runs just to stretch their legs until it got to a point that his mother couldn't even change to get wolf form so he would have her ride on his back during their runs. Once his mother became ill all he wanted to do was find a cure to help her and would do anything to protect her.

Although he is polite and gentle, he is also a difficult person to get along with at first but will warm up to people once acquainted.

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Ren's wolf gave a huff as he listened to the doctors talk to and about his mother, about she doesn't have long before she leaves this world and that they had to get him to leave somehow to make her comfortable and not be in so much pain.

Both he and Ren could see the doctors standing outside his mother hospital room as he felt his mother gently pat and rub his head to reassure him that everything was alright. Thankfully the orderly approved her request to have her bedding on the floor that way Ren would have an easier time when he came to visit. With his ears laid flat on his head and his head on her stomach, Ren's honey brown eyes met the pale violet of his mothers and he whimpered as he felt his mother's hand slowly fall from the back of his neck, "Goodbye my son." She whispered as she closed her eyes for the last time and Ren gave a loud mournful howl.
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[DarkD1vinity]

(Just let me know if I need to change anything)

Face Claim: (No face claim at the moment)
Name: Jen Arrow
Gender status: Female
Age: 21
Birthday: December 21, 1996
Birthplace: Sydney, Australia (though was raised in the US)

Hair Color: Auburn (shoulder length)
Eye Color: A deep blue

Skin tone: Fair/light
Tattoos: Yes; a black dragon coiled around her upper right arm.
Piercings: None
Scars: A scar running down and over her right eye (though has not damaged the actual eye in any way)

Personality
3 Positives: Loyal, caring, protective
3 Negatives: Bit of a hot temper, can be rebellious, stubborn

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Rank: Warrior


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Your lycan must be a few inches taller than your human form. A foot is the most it can go.
Wolf
Height: 3'6
Weight: 196

Human
Height: 6'2
Weight: 155

Lycan
Height: 7'2'
Weight: 225

Pelt Colors

Jen's pelt colors are a mix of a dark auburn and black (a bit darker than whats shown in the pic)

Bitten or born: Born
Allergic to silver: No


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Jen grew up in her own pack during childhood, having shifted her first time at a young age, and so was readily administered into the pack. Her pack mainly consisted of family members, only close family friends being the exception to the rule.
Her father was the alpha, while her mother stood by her fathers side as the alpha female, the two were rarely seen apart.
But despite close family ties and bonds, Jen's childhood life was far from easy.
Her family pack believed in a way of life that was more brutal than the common civilized werewolf pack, her parents believed it was best if the pack acted more like their wild counterparts and behave in a more savage way. This led to a whole series of problems in Jen's eyes, as no mercy was ever bestowed to the weak in this way of living, and no love or true care was ever shown to each other.
Cruel rights of passage were ensued to newcomers, bloody fights to the death were common tests as shows of strength, and much more happened, all equally gruesome, under the tyrannical rule of her parents.
After having been pinned against her younger brother as another test of strength, Jen had suffered her last straw, and decided it was best for her to leave, as she had no inclination of continuing this lifestyle. This, of course, angered her pack deeply, but none more than her father, as he instantaneously attacked her without say or hesitation once she had voiced her intentions.
Whether he had plans of murdering her, or this was a way to dissuade her from leaving, Jen can never say.
She escaped, of course, but would forever hold the scar across her eye her father had bestowed upon her as a departing gift, the only wound she acquired that would never fully heal.
16 and alone she did the best she could to live life on her own, without a pack and without a family, unfortunately living on the streets was the only way she could survive for 2 years.
Eventually she acquired a job, an apartment, a sports bike, and left the streets, though continued to live a hard life of a lone wolf for another 3 years.
That is, until she discovered a job opening at the local ranger station and decided to check it out.

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"Aaaaand that should do it", the tattoo artist stated with a triumphant grin as he admired his work, setting his machinery aside.
Jen flexed her right arm as she moved it around, trying not to grimace from the pain of the fresh needlework as she beheld the artwork that coiled around her upper arm muscles.
The tattoo artist gave her a smile, "You like?", he asked, giving a small laugh as Jens gaze remained transfixed on the black dragon.
"I love it", she whispered, her eyes glittering with satisfaction at the craftmanship, "They weren't kidding when they said you were the best in town".
The tattoo artist gave a sheepish shrug, and with a cocky demeanor added, "Of course I'm the best in town, might be the best there is", he gave a sly wink, "Though the dragon suits you, it gives you an air of... badass", he then gave a slight nod towards her Ducati out front, "Same with that beautiful set of wheels out front, not everyone has the courage to ride such a beast".
Jen gave a laugh, and couldn't help the smile that began to tug at her lips, "Its my bike that has the courage, not me", she joked, before whipping out some cash to pay the man.
The tattoo artist instantly waved his hand, pushing her hand away, along with the cash, "No no no, this ones on me gorgeous girl, go out and enjoy it".
Jen raised a curious eyebrow, a bit confused, "You sure? I'm more than willing to pay, I've got plenty-"
"No no", the man cut her off, now pushing her towards the door to prevent her from retaliating, "This one is a gift, it is the least I can do to repay you for what you did for my son".
A moment of remembrance flashed across Jens face as she recalled, "Ohhh... you mean that? Well that was... all I did was give him some cash I-".
"Which is more than he could've hoped for", the tattoo artist interdicted, the two of them now stopped at the door; his expression soon softened, "Now go, enjoy my gift", he waved a hand towards the door.
Jen finally gave in and returned the cash to her pocket, "Well... thank you", she said in gratitude as she removed her jacket and helmet off the rack, putting them on, before exiting out the door and towards her bike.
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[Inky Momma]

DarkD1vinity

Accepted.

I absolutely love the fact that you put in the effort to her history, and her design. I could tell by your writing that you love this character. Her history touched my heart, it makes me want to hug her. In fact, if she ever told Chief the truth of her past, he's going to be soooo protective of her.

I'm pretty sure you need to have a diploma or GED in order to be a ranger and I don't see anywhere that she graduated high school because she needed to survive on her own. (Which btw, Chief is going to learn very quickly that he doesn't smell a pack on her and at such a young age he'll be very concerned if she was bitten or raised alone). I'm checking with my beta right now who is still in the process of making his character sheet >.> to see if she can still be a ranger.

It says in the end that she's going to check it out. Maybe Chief would offer to help her get online classes to get her GED? Especially if she really shows how much she wants to be a ranger.

Also I don't see that she has gone through training of a ranger. Would you be okay with skipping that part to the point where it's her first day? And she's already done the diploma and training.


(Sorry that was a mouthful).

 

[DarkD1vinity]

Yup! Skipping all the training and online courses and stuff up to where its her first day would be totally fine. And yes, its true she wasn't able to completely finish school after she had run away (missing her junior and senior year of high school), but she shows genuine interest in this job and will be willing to do whatever it took to be accepted into it.
And thank you for the kind words : ) I do love this character and your appreciation towards her means a lot to me.

 

[Inky Momma]

DarkD1vinity Aw you're welcome. Glad you can agree! If you want you can throw an introduction post to the role play and get yourself in there. So far Logan and Red are waiting for Chief at the campfire because it's their first day too. Chief is currently with Anna right now so it'll take a while before he eventually joins them. welcome to the group!

 

[TheLoneRedWolf]

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Name: Theodosia Aela Paige
Gender status: Female
Age: 19
Birthday: October 8
Birthplace: N/A

Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Blue

Skin tone: Olive
Tattoos: N/A
Piercings: Two lobe piercings and one cartilage piercing she did herself when she was 15
Scars: A scar cut across her right eyebrow, a deep scar encircling her left wrist, and the junction on her left shoulder hold a scar that resembles teeth marks. There are a few others that litter her body, but they're only minor from her explorations.

Personality: She can be a bit clingy and overprotective at times, but never intends to harm anyone. She loves to give happiness to others and more often than not will put people before herself. People who become truly close to her may find something different than what she puts out.
3 Positives: Motherly, Charismatic, Selfless
3 Negatives: Slightly closed up, doesn't like to ask for help, naive
Sexual Orientation: Demisexual
Rank: Warrior

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Wolf
Height: 2.8’
Weight: 78lbs

Human
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 157lbs

Lycan
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 172lbs

Pelt Colors
Dark brown to the point it’s nearly black
Bitten or born: Bitten
Allergic to silver: Yes

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Her upper lip twisted into a happy snarl as she sniffed at her paw. She had an intense distaste for the metallic scent of blood and while the pack, and her wolf, found hunting to be a great bonding activity Ash found that the crimson liquid bunching and pulling at her chocolate colored coat to be more than a little irritating-especially when she shifted back and had to scrub at the flaking pieces to make the stains rid themselves from her mouth and throat, but the thrill of the kill and chase was worth smelling like pennies in the end.

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⎊ You can reach me pretty quickly through Discord and it's my preferred platform currently. I can do casual replies {1-3 sentences} but I prefer long replies {2+ paragraphs} more than half the time. I sometimes get distracted though, so the length of long replies may vary from message to message.
⎊ Best days to rp on average are weekends, but I reply almost every day if I can

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[Inky Momma]

TheLoneRedWolf

Accepted.

I strongly feel like Ash and Logan would get along very well Crono

 

[NanLia]

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Elliot "Elle" Parson
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Gender status: Male
Age: 29
Birthday: December 31
Birthplace: London, England
Hair Color: Depends on the day; naturally black
Eye Color: Green / Hazel

Skin tone: Mocha
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Scars: None

Personality
3 Positives: Confident, Big Heart, Outgoing
3 Negatives: Cocky, Assertive, Straight Forward.

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Rank: Healer

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Werewolf Basics
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Wolf
Height: 30 inches - to the shoulder
Weight: 106 lbs

Human
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 191 lbs

Lycan
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 206 lbs

Pelt Colors
Tawny brown with dark patches on the tip of his hears and tail
Bitten or born: Born
Allergic to silver: No

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History
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Elliot was born and raised in Sutton, a southern district of London, England. Born into a family of wealth, Elliot has never been left truly wanting. His mother passed away when he was only three; he doesn't have any truly developed memories of her, only images of time he spent with her before her passing and memory of her perfume, he still has a small bottle of it he keeps tucked away in his dresser. At the age of ten Elliot's father was offered a position as a CEO in New York and the pair moved there, away from their pack and family. Coming of age in New York was both exciting and dangerous for an adolescent wolf; his father did his best to take him out to their summer home in the Hampton's however it just wasn't always possible leaving Elliot to his own devices.

During high school Elliot craved inclusion, desired to belong and with an absent pack and father he turned to his peers. Contact sports were out the question, even with his height and the natural assumption he would gravitate to playing either American football or Basketball it was far too much of a risk of exposure. If he were injured and healed too quickly or accidentally injured someone else it would raise too many questions for the unknowing public. With energy pent up Elliot turned to dancing. He spent the best years of his life, so far as he was concerned, building and developing relationships with humans that also loved to dance. He was naturally -wolf inclined - graceful and had energy to expend. Elliot had every intent and wish to follow up his drive to dance at Julliard School of Dance but his father would have none of it. With Elliot's high grades and near perfect SAT scoring his choices were to pick a career path through Columbia or kiss his wealthy lifestyle goodbye.

Not wanting to lose his only connection to his former pack and only living family member, Elliot enrolled in Columbia and started his surgical career. Four years of undergraduate study, followed by four years of study and a final three years of surgical practice, Elliot found himself a proud owner of Doctor of Medicine (M.D) degree. This would have made his father undoubtedly proud if he hadn't passed away two months before graduation.

Lost and lonely, Elliot wanting nothing more than for his boyfriend to accept him for who he truly was. After his father funeral the pair traveled to his family home in the Hampton's where Elliot revealed exactly what he was... As blessed and happy as they were it wasn't meant to be; terrified of what he had seen Elliot's boyfriend fled, further complicating Elliot's life.

Family fortune stowed away, and all properties and shares sold, Elliot sought out a pack he could connect with, a place he could call home and people that just might welcome him.

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Elliot drove through the quiet country side to the territory of the pack, after speaking to Chief, the Alpha, he had been welcomed to join in Ranger Training. He knew well enough it was a ruse to see if the flamboyant and cocky wolf could fit into the lifestyle and day to day of wolf and pack life after spending the last 30 pretending his was anything but. He pulled his SUV to a stop before the small and simple cabin that was designated his own, turning off the engine and simply staring. He had come, straight from his former four bedroom flat over looking central park. Three bathrooms, two kitchens and a rooftop patio with full bar to the one floor moss and leave covered cabin. He felt both torn and at a peace; part of him wanted to turn the SUV back on and go back, sort things out with Trey (his ex) and get back to work doing what he had spent a decade training to do, but part of him, a tiny voice inside told him he was exactly where he needed to be.

With a sigh he climbed out of the vehicle and collected his suitcases before pushing the screened front door of his cabin open. It smelt stale, almost musty - it had been a while since anyone had lived there and the previous tenant had certainly been all human. He huffed and dragged the wheeled cases in, letting them fall to the ground in what would pass as a living room, shouldering off the strap of another bag and dropping the fourth and final bag. The cabin consisted of one large room for the dining, kitchen and living room, two doors at either side of a fire place to one side of the cabin told him one was the bathroom and the other the bedroom, behind him the door he had just come through.

Collecting one suitcase he dragged it through the dusty cabin to the back where he found the small bedroom, fully furnished with a bed, dresser and nightstand with lamp. He chuckled quietly to himself. "If they could see me now." he hauled the case up onto the edge of the bed, unzipping and flipping the lid open. He was content to see that despite his own rough handling of the luggage everything within was still tucked into place. He removed his mothers perfume and set it a top the dress, soon followed by his father pocket watch and his favorite customer Timberland boots; and homage to where he had come from.
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[Inky Momma]

NanLia

Accepted.

I absolutely adored this character sheet. The format with the pictures, the details of the character, the history of his past and current, and even the character's personality. I can tell you put a lot of thought into this character, it almost feels like you've had this character for a while before submitting him!

As far as details go, everything looks fine in both basics sections. (Please tell me he has a british accent still lmao jk). I feel so bad for him! I was happy in the end though, that even after he showed his ex what he was, it seems like his ex still stuck around enough to where Ell would ask Trey for advice. I'm sittin in the corner over here goin 'if you can still talk to Elliot after his biggest reveal, you might as well get back together??' XDD

Home sweet home, Elliot.

 

[NanLia]

Truth be told I had Elliot thought up for personality for a while now. I just needed somewhere he would 'fit in'. In answer of a few questions: he does have a slight British accent and, sadly, Trey is not part of Elle's future.

Thanks for accepting me!

 

[Inky Momma]

Aahhh I see, I see. Yeah of course, thanks for applying! Go ahead and reply to the role play whenever you're ready.

 

[Rumble Fish]

B A S I C S

Name:
Kim McDonald

Gender
status: Female

Age:
17

Birthday:
4th September

Birthplace:
Glasgow, Scotland


Hair Color:
Black and white (dyed from dark brown)

Eye Color:
Icy blue

Skin tone:
White, somewhat pale

Tattoos:
None

Piercings:
None

Scars:
A large scar across her right eye

Spoiler: Scar 1

Several whip scars along her back

Spoiler: Scar 2

Several cigarette burn scars dotted around her neck and arms
Bullet scar on her shoulder

Personality:
Kim is a bit of an enigma. Given her past, she has a distrusting nature and is prone to reacting strongly to something she either does not like or agree with. She harbours a deep resentment towards humans, even the rangers but is much more at ease with other werewolves however she tends to be wary of those older than her. As someone with Asperger's syndrome, Kim's behaviour can come across as odd to those who do not know her. She can also be unpredictable, going from calm to flying into a rage in a matter of a second if triggered by the right words or events. Kim is much more comfortable in her wolf or lycan form as opposed to her human one. While Kim is not much of a talker by nature, when the topic is one that she has a large interest in, she becomes a chatterbug- sometimes not knowing when to stop talking.

When her mind is at ease, Kim's real nature begins to shine through. She is a logical thinker and has good problem-solving skills. As someone who hates lying or being lied to, Kim is a very truthful creature and secrets tend to be safe with her.

3 Positives:
Loyal, analytical, kind (to people she knows and trusts)

3 Negatives:
Lack of social skills, has trust issues, hates being touched

Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual

Rank:
Subordinate

W E R E W O L F B A S I C
Your lycan must be a few inches taller than your human form. A foot is the most it can go.

Wolf

Height:
2'5

Weight:
75lbs


Human

Height:
5'6ft

Weight: 100 lbs


Lycan
Height: 6'3ft

Weight:
150 lbs


Pelt Colors

Spoiler: Pelt colour

All scars visible on Kim as a human are visible on both her wolf and lycan form.

Bitten or born:
Born

Allergic to silver:
Yes

H I S T O R Y
Kim's life before coming to the pack was a difficult one. Her mother was only 14 when she was born, and she has never met her father. Her mother harboured a great deal of resentment towards Kim due to the role of motherhood harbouring on her social life and plans, something that was punctuated by one incident when Kim was only a year old when she accidentally shifted into a wolf pup. This caused an even bigger wedge between them, something that has lasted throughout Kim's life. Kim grew up isolated from other children, even in nursery and school, leaving her with no friends and often bullied. She even got into trouble numerous times for attacking her hecklers in an animalistic manner. Her home life was volatile and often violent. At some point in Kim's life, her mother married another man, William who was indifferent to the abuse Kim endured from her mother, only giving her a "Leave the kid alone" as any kind of defiance. While he did not usually partake in the mistreatment, he would sometimes drink too much and would take out his frustrations on Kim. He was the cause of one particularly nasty encounter, which also caused the scar on her face; one that Kim refuses to talk about and will become angry about if she is made to bring it up.

Throughout all of this, Kim struggled with both having Aspergers syndrome and the knowledge that her mother and family considered her some kind of freak because of her werewolf abilities. While she never shifted, Kim was still affected by the effects of the full moon; resulting in extreme emotional outbursts. During those times, she would be either locked in the attic or in the basement, only being given small amounts of food and let out three times a day to go to the bathroom. The only person in Kim's life that would show Kim any kind of care was her maternal grandfather. When she was thirteen, he told her about how he too was a werewolf. While angry that he had kept that from her for all those years; Kim was relieved to know that she was not alone in the matter. However, it was shortlived as William got a job in America causing the "family" to move. Kim was reluctant to leave Scotland, but was dragged along anyway. To this day, Kim still misses Scotland and is extremely homesick. Being separated from the only person she could confidently call part of her family or pack, Kim's already deep resentment for humans only got worse.

Life stayed unstable for Kim, now being in a different country with customs different from what they were in Scotland. During that time, Kim's mother had another child, her little sister Jenny. Unlike Kim, Jenny was treasured by her mother and William and the three of them were seen by many as a happy family, leaving Kim on the sidelines. But it was not until after Kim turned sixteen when things went from bad to worse.

One full moon, Kim was held in the basement again and having a particularly extreme episode, causing her to (for the first time since she was a toddler) into her full lycan form. Panicking, Kim ended up destroying the basement in her frenzy. Disturbed by the noise, William opened the doors to the basement armed with a belt (his favourite weapon), only to be stunned at the sight of a huge and black creature with sharp teeth at the bottom of the stairs screaming at him.

Spoiler: Creepy-ish pic of what he probably saw

As he had been unaware of Kim's infliction, William attempted to call SWAT but was subdued by Kim who -despite her hatred for the man- couldn't bring herself to hurt him. However, she regretted not doing anything to him as the man quickly re-appeared with a Glock 17 and shooting Kim in the shoulder, causing her to fall back into the basement and never let out again even after the full moon passed. It was only after a few weeks, Kim was able to break out of the basement. Not surprisingly, there did not seem to be much fuss about her disappearance. Since then, Kim roamed the streets simply trying to avoid starving to death and rapidly losing hope in finding a place to call hers.

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The forest was engulfed in a welcomed silence with only the sound of the whispering trees, the buzzing of bees and the rush of the river close by. After enduring the unbearable and constant barrage of noise from the city, it was a positive change and one that Kim could appreciate. She always liked the colour green, and now she was surrounded by it. She never liked brown though... something about it seemed abrasive and rough to Kim; she could never explain it. Sitting against the base of the tree, she just sighed as she looked around, her hair fluttering in the soft wind. Shutting her eyes, she could only listen to everything around her, despite her niggling feeling that something was going to jump out and attack her. Was there any relief? There had to be... surely.

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Okay a few things:
1. I love how you put "kind" (to people she knows and trusts) and then she hates being touched lmao so I'm glad you clarified that with your positive trait. Good call. And with the whole touching thing, gooood luck with being in a Range full of rangers who enjoy touching, it's just a big family thing so I can only imagine how many times she glares at a ranger who touches her (and forgets she doesnt like it haha)

2. Also thank you for mentioning she has Aspbergers, that'll be very important for Chief to know about, as well as the rangers. And can I just say, I absolutely adore how you created her. Her design is thoroughly thought out. I appreciate the details and the unique facts about her. It makes her overall an interesting character.

3. I....love your writing. Holy shit. That history She reminds me fully of one of my characters (who I'm tempted to bring into this world now so thank you for that!) Anyway. I adore how your history had its own flow. She's clearly gone through a lot in her life.

4. If you want, we can say that the Station was having an event for any visitors to come in and enjoy their Pot Luck (lunch feast). And maybe she's wandering and smelling all the good foods and leads herself to the Station. Everyone is friendly, everyone is different. I can guarantee you that when Chief sees her, he'll instantly have a good feeling about her. (First of all he wouldn't smell a single werewolf on her, so he would know she's not from a pack and she's a loner. And seeing that it's all free (Chief would even personally introduce himself and invite her to stay a while), she can eat all she wants. Maybe he can tell that she's starving? So he offers her to visit them often. And ever since then, she's been visiting the Station until she gets the courage (if it's not too out of character) to ask how to be a Ranger. So Chief tells her how, and she takes the time to think about it and he offers her to join their team. And pack. And they would still feed her.

We don't have to role play the entire part where she gets accepted by Chief to join the pack. If you like that idea, we can go with that ^^

If you can reply to this in the INFO thread and tag my name that would be awesome (That way we can keep this thread clean of comments).