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Post  ∞ αи∂ в є у σ и ∂. on Wed May 23, 2012 1:14 am


тo тнιɴĸ, α yeαr αɢo тнιɴɢѕ woυld нαve вeeɴ

    Yeah, things would have been different. And to think that it wasn't even your fault! If they they hadn't moved to the town, things wouldn't have changed. If only that damn family didn't exist. Their kind shouldn't even exist. Ever since that blasted family came to town, everybody's lives have been turned upside-down. Well, mostly, anyways. Some still stay oblivious; unknowing of the world that is swiftly changing around them. How nice to would be to be one of those people. No worries, no secrets; alas, what you have, you have. This will never go away. Huh.

    The word 'never' is menacing, is it not? Well, in this case it means much more then it sounds.'Never' literally means never. As in, aging is no more. This curse is indefinite. You will forever live with this burden; unless you're killed first, that is. Living forever does not mean that you're invaunrable. Most laugh at the thought. No, living forever simply means that you'll never waste away. You'll never look a day older then your current state. Some would wonder at how this is such a bad thing. Any curse would be worth living forever, right? Well, they're wrong. In this case, you're living forever in a nightmare of changing states. Sure, you'll gain control once the years go by, but it's never been an instinct to roam this way. You weren't born with the genes. What am I talking about, you might wonder? Well, I'm talking about your being a werewolf.


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Post  ∞ αи∂ в є у σ и ∂. on Wed May 23, 2012 1:16 am


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    What Hollywood tells you? All lies. All that full-moon junk and the eating of all your loved ones is garbage. If you want to know the real story, you've come to the right place. Instead of starting with all the 'founding father's junk, I'm just gonna tell you how the disease came to Silent Creek, Oregon. That's where I'm from; it's right on the ocean, small and easy overlooked by anybody with an untrained eye. Anyways, back on topic.

    A year or two back, everything was normal. I was at the end of my senior year of high school { not everybody who caught the disease is my age, mind you } and acted like every teenager. I'm not going to mention my problems since we don't have enough time, but to put things shortly: everybody had their own problems and dramas. High school at it's finest, right? Well, it was usual to get new students. So, nobody expected that Julian Lowell had a secret. But, as per usual, he did. Surprised? I thought not. Well, as you might of guessed, he was a werewolf.

    This disease isn't like any others have seen before; It passes on almost like mono, but more severe. Yes, that does mean physical contact. But, just as I said before, it is much more severe. If you as much as touch his bare skin, it passes. Some people { the lucky ones, of course } can shake the disease. 'The Immunity', we call it. Very, very rare to come by, yet still exists. Other then them, though, human contact is limited to almost none at all. Those who came in contact with Julian { the unlucky ones who didn't contain the Immunity} had been possessed by the gripping headaches and sudden dizzy spells that signified that the change was beginning, like I was. It went on for weeks; finally, though, I finally changed into the new form. This happened to all of us. This will happen to us, forever. There's no cure for this disease; too many have tried to think otherwise. We have to live with this. But, the sad thing is that it's not only us. Julian has a little brother, you see, who attended the local middle school. A few were diseased, but his mother pulled both of the boys out before too much damage was caused.

    Now we come to the present. It had been two years since the Lowell's came to Silent Creek. The parents took off across the country with Alexander, Julian's little brother, leaving the boy alone. They didn't worry about him; he'd had enough life expirence to be on his own. 40 years of expirence, to be specific. The boy had been frozen at the young age of 19 forty years before; that's when the family caught the disease. Now we all hide out away from the human eye, out at the old Rockwell manor. The old house is located deep in the forest, away from others while it is still acessable to the town for personal purposes like food and clothing. They believe that we'd moved on to college or changed schools, but we know the truth. Most of us don't want to hurt the humans; that's why we stay away. But some are persistant. Men have dedicated themselves to hunting down all werewolves and extinguishing the race, and they have recently set their eyes on Silent Creek. We need to stay under the radar while we patrol the areas { who knows if these men are close? } and act as oblivious as the rest of the town, but will it be easy? No. We need to be sure to not make contact with the humans in fear that they'd catch the disease. Goodness knows that that would be inconvenient.


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Post  ∞ αи∂ в є у σ и ∂. on Wed May 23, 2012 1:17 am


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    Silent Creek is rather small in size; it has a tiny population but still gets good buisness as a fishing port and hunting spot. The town itself contains a park, swingset, and a beach. As well, it is very close to the forest. Due to the fact that the town is located beside the mountains, there are many rivers and waterfalls. We stay at the old, abandoned Rockwell Manor; it's pretty hidden, so we'repositive nobody will find us. Sure, it's kind of broken down, but we make it work. Julian's parents got the electricity up and running, so we installed some heaters and got the plumbing to work just right once more. The guys patched together the house and installed it with blankets, pillows, some food, and plenty of books to read. That's about it, I guess. The town is really small.


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      - julian / / nineteen / / male
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      - maggie / / seventeen / / female
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a n y q u e s t i o n s ?

Post  ∞ αи∂ в є у σ и ∂. on Wed May 23, 2012 1:25 am



» t o j o i n «

    All that you need to join is your own form [ I don't care where it's from ], an image/link/description of your wolf form [ if your charrie is a werewolf ], whether they have the Immunity or not [ if your charrie is a human ], and if they're going to become a part of the pack sooner or later [ again, for human only]. As for rules, I know that we're all fairly literate here, so I don't need to bother you about it. ^^ If you have any questions about the plot, here's a basic summary : :
    The year before a family of werewolves settled down in the town of Silent Creek. The werewolf gene is a disease spread through physical contact, which was often made in the high school the eldest of the werewolf children attended. Many students began changing into the wolves themselves. They formed a pack of sorts and abandoned their old lives for a new one in the concealment of the woods, where they could live without fear of coming into contact with the defenseless humans. But, everyday they face the challenges of humans wandering into the woods and men who have an obsession with hunting down and killing this strange species. The Pack has to find a way to avoid them at any cost, all while balancing the troubles with having friendships maintained and keeping their romances in check.
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    october . november . december

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{ m a g n o l i a | w e r e w o l f | s e v e n t e e n }
secяeт " I'm the reason so many people got infected. "
— — — тнe вasιcs
    naмe :: Magnolia Lynn Zarah - "It's a bit of an 'old lady' name, isn't it?"
    nιcκ naмe :: Maggie - "Call me Maggie, for the love of god. Not 'Magno', not 'Nolia' - Maggie. I won't reply to anything else. Do you want to be trolling around, calling for 'Magnolia'? Thought not."
    gendeя :: "You've wounded my pride, soldier."
    вιятнday :: October 17
— — — ιn тнe мιяяoя
    нeιgнт :: five feet, five inches { 5'5 } - "I'm perfectly average."
    weιgнт :: one-hundred and seventeen pounds { 117 lbs. } - "I've got nothing to be ashamed of. Who cares? Weight doesn't mean anything when you're a wolf."
    dιѕтιиcтινe feaтυяeѕ :: "I used to have real long hair. I chopped it off, though, leaving it barely brushing my shoulders."
— — — яelaтιonsнιρs
    cяυsн :: "I think not." TBA
    яelιтaves :: Back in Silent Creek Maggie has her mom, Vanessa, two brothers, Dylan and Zack, and her older sister, Scarlett. Her father is a truck driver, so he isn't around much. But, of course, he loves all of them very much an comes home as often as possible. She loves them more then the stars above but she wouldn't ever endanger them. So, Maggie set to isolating herself.
    oтнeя яelaтιoиsнips :: "I have too much to deal with as it is."
— — — вacκgяound
    тнeмe ѕong :: 'Who You Are' - Jessie J
    ρєяѕonalιту :: Guilty. Fearless. Scared. - All of these words are used to describe Magnolia Lynn Zarah. Yes, some contradict themselves; then again, what person doesn't? This girl - this complicated, frustratingly closed girl - seems like nothing touches her. That, my friend, is where you're wrong. Maggie holds everything inside of herself. All of her pain, fear, fusteration; though she may not let on, it's there. And, if you were wondering, she hasn't always been this way.

    Maggie is a confusing creature. Usually keeping to herself, she isn't concidered very social or likeable, for that matter. Not that she's unfriendly or rude; she just keeps to herself. Mainly she does this for punishment. You see, Maggie was the reason for most of the pack's turning into werewolves. As soon as she fell prey to the disease, her schoolmates were bound to catch it. No surprise, they did. Maggie blames this terrible misfortune on herself, thinking that she shouldn't be around any person incase they catch the disease like her unlucky peers did. The guilt built up inside of her, causing a near breakdown. So, this mostly explains why she isn't very sociable. But others would disagree. Maggie was hit hard when she found out what she had become. This wasn't the life she wanted to live; she didn't think anybody would want this. Soon after she found Julian, she shut down. Emotion was hard for her to get through and she was rarely seen out of her bedroom. But, as time went on, she found herself opening up more and more to those in the same predicament as she.

    Many find that Maggie was actually very head-strong before the disease, never taking no for an answer. She was a brilliant swindle and knew her way with money. The girl was excellent at finding the better buys and pulling a cheaper price from any willing barginer, not ever wanting to pay full price on anything. Maggie wasn't afraid to lie, even if it hurt her in the long run. If a lie is what it took to protect somebody or herself, she'd be willing. Most people actually found this a dirty habit and looked down at her for it, but, to be truthful, Maggie didn't give a fuck about what others thought of her. She was her own person and wasn't afraid of being silly or grabbing life by the horns, though she did have her drawbacks. To some, Maggie may have come off a bit shy. The brunette doesn't like change, so meeting somebody new is like mixing oil and vinager together. It doesn't work. Actually, she is so reserved that it might come off as a bit bitchy. Really she doesn't do it intentionally, but, you know, it just happens.

    But, she has the same problem. Maggie keeps everything inside. When she wants to make a snippy comment to somebody, she just pushes it down inside to deal with later. Every smile, every tear, every exclimation of love; all on the inside. On her outer shell, Maggie keeps a mask of plain indifference. If someone commented on how great being a wolf was, she'd just shrug and keep quiet. On the inside, though, she'd be arguing to her heart's content. Again, she's a very complex, very pained human. Well, wolf. All the pain in her heart was shoved away in an ever-rattling box, always threatening to overflow and send her to her breaking point. But, while she's still sane, it would take a persistant person and a long time before this broken girl could ever be glued back together.

    sκιlls :: Maggie has excellent agility. Being as small and streamlined as she already is, her wolf form could easily reach sixty in a matter of seconds. Besides that? She has a mad skill for making breakfast foods. Her advice isn't half bad, either.
    weaκnesses :: Tracking and fighting are two major weaknesses. She can't pack hard blows since she's so small. As previously stated, Maggie isn't the easiest to understand. She's confined and judgmental but lacks any form of self-confidence, easily making others feel strangely uncomfortable around her. But believe me: he bark is much worse then her bite.




{ j u l i a n | w e r e w o l f | n i n e t e e n }
secяeт " I was the one who started it all. "
— — — тнe вasιcs
    naмe :: Julian Leonardo Lowell - "A bit out-dated, yes, but you have to remember; I was born forty years prior."
    nιcκ naмe :: Jay - "CI don't really care, as long as it actually is legitimate."
    gendeя :: "I so do hope you can tell."
    вιятнday :: July 14th
— — — ιn тнe мιяяoя
    нeιgнт :: five feet, eleven inches { 5'1 } - "I'm nothing entirely unique."
    weιgнт :: one-hundred and seventy pounds { 170 lbs. } - "I'm stocky."
    dιѕтιиcтινe feaтυяeѕ :: "My eyes are different them most. They're brown, sure, but they have a rusty quality to them. Not red; more coppery."
— — — яelaтιonsнιρs
    cяυsн :: "I can't. I'm the leader; I have responsibilities."
    яelιтaves :: "I'm sure you've learned about them already?"
    oтнeя яelaтιoиsнips :: "I tried not to for my sake, and for the other woman's sake."
— — — вacκgяound
    тнeмe ѕong :: '100 Years' - Five For Fighting
    ρєяѕonalιту :: Intelligent. Mysterious. Chivalrous. - wip
    sκιlls :: wip
    weaκnesses :: wip
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Post  Cᴏɴᴛᴀɢɪᴏᴜs- on Thu May 24, 2012 6:41 am

[ Julianna { werewolf } and Foresst { human, but not immune }

- Should I change Julianna's name? [= Julian and Julianna are so similar. ]





| Werewolf |





My name is Julianna Lynette Somerset and I am, technically, 40 years old. But I'm frozen at 18, stuck forever like that cheesy vampire story twilight with..what's his name? Edwind? Can't quite remember. I guess I'll never be able to drink legally now that I look like a kid. I guess it's nice though. The transformation was the hard part. The chills..then the fever, headaches and muscle spasms. Finally it was all over. I haven't always lived here, in Silent Creek. I used to live in Washington DC. My mother was italian-american, and my father pure german. I was born in Germany, but I spent most of my childhood going back and forth from Germany to Italy. When we came to the United States I was about 12 years old. It was pretty hard on me since I didn't know much english. I speak fluent German, Italian, French, Latin, Bosnian and English obviously, but I still have a small german accent that I got from my dad. It's easy to learn new languages when you know you have centuries to live and still look beautiful and young.

When I moved to Silent Creek, I was a bit of a loner. I don't blame anyone either. Back in DC, hell, even Europe, I was sort of..the ditzy blonde. I was popular, dumb, arrogant. I wanted to start over, and moving again would give me the chance. I started shifting my focus from being focus, and on to studies. I knew I wanted to actually get into college. When I was born, world war two had just about ended and there was no way in hell I was getting into college without hard work because I was german. People hated me. I became shy, quiet and reserved when I moved here. I didn't talk to anyone. I still don't, not really. I mostly like to listen. I'm known to be the serious, get down to work type. I have a fiery temper however, and I spent the last ten years mastering various forms of martial arts. I also joined the Marine Corps, but that's not that important. Today, I can wield a sword, fight with a knife and blow off the head of an enemy from 1000 yards away. You know the 'silent and deadly' type of person? That's me. My friends wouldn't be able to believe the person I have become. But they're all in their late 50's and early 60's. I'm looking for them by the way. That's another thing you should know about me. I'm stubborn and determined. I don't take kindly to orders which is what made the military so hard for me. The government thinks I'm dead though. Nice, right?



Alright..this is the first and last time I'm ever going to tell you this. My whole story from beginning to end. Listen up losers, because you aren't hearing it again. So I was born in Munich, Germany in some top, luxurious hospital. My parents had a argument about a hour after I was born about where I was going to be living. My mom, naturally, wanted Italy. My dad wanted Germany. So we settled for both. I spend one school year in Germany, than the summer in Italy. Then I'd come back to Germany for a week, then spend the next school year in Italy. And then the proces repeated, but switched. It required a lot of moving around, but I guess I didn't really care. New friends, new cultures, new languages. The italians were the ones who taught me how to be loud however. Anyway, the war was just ending when I was born. We were hated for obvious reasons, we had a ton of troubles along the way, but eventually we just moved to the United States to escape the racist comments. It was pretty tough to get in, even the US didn't want us there, but after a year or two of paperwork, we finally got in. I was twelve at the time. I went to seventh grade in DC, improved my english drastically and made a ton of new friends. Back then, the rules were different. Women didn't really have rights. Even though I was 'the ditzy blonde', I still stood up for what I believed in, even if it was stupid and I was standing by myself. I guess that's how I earned the title of ditzy blonde. During the war in Vietnam, my dad was drafted. He was pretty old, maybe about 50, but he still somehow completed bootcamp and the US made him fight. He died, unfortunately. After we got the news, my mother drank herself to insanity. I left the house at 21 years old. I went to college for my medical degree until I was 30. Then I joined the Marine Corps. I was trained in communication. At this point I was already at Silent Creek, already a werewolf. I looked 18. I was sent off to Iraq about seven years ago, but I was deemed MIA { missing in action }. I took this as a opportunity. I got my name changed, I altered everything about myself in Iraq, then when I came back to the United States by sneaking aboard a boat, I fixed the stray details there. My name was Lunette Francis Eberhart, but then I changed it to what it is now, Julianna Lynette Somerset. I came back to Silent Creek and have been living here in a small house ever since.

My packmates know who I am, that I used to be Lunette. They aren't stupid, they remember me. Sometimes they accidentally call me Luna, or Lunette. I don't mind really. You can call me Luna or Julie, whatever floats your boat. Both of them were my names so I don't really care as long as none of the citizens know who I am. When I left this town 20 years ago, things changed..a lot. The people who are still living here after I left are the old ones that don't remember me. If they do get suspicious, I play dumb. It hurts to lie to them, but I have too. My only friends are the wolves I live with, and even then I try to keep my distance. I can't help feeling like a loner every time we meet up. The 21st century is so much easier to live in than the late 60's and 70's and decades after. My house may be small with a total of two small bedrooms and a medium sized 'master bedroom', but it definitely looks nice. My dad left a ton of money for me, and for some reason the military keeps sending me paychecks even though I totally changed everything about me. I work as a artist and a writer on my own time which gets me enough money on my own. I life pretty comfortably nowadays which for some reason surprises the people in the town. I pretty much have a whole arsenal in my basement. My dad was German okay? He left it for me. I took it with me when I went to Iraq and it's the only thing I took when I was coming home from Iraq. My collection has grown larger since. Some of them aren't licensed, but I'm not worried about that. No one is going to sit down and go through every single one of my weapons and make sure they have a license.



Alright. I don't really have any good pictures of me. I don't necessarily like taking pictures of myself. It seems awkward. And I have no friends to do it for me. I'll describe myself I guess. My hair, it's long, slightly wavy and platinum blonde. Or white blonde, whatever you want to say. My skin is normally tan during the spring and summer, usually throughout the fall, but during winter it begins to fade and I become very pale. My eyes are a cold ice blue. Apparently, according to the kids in this town, they look creepy. They should be scared, I could eat them if I wanted too. I'm not that tall, but I'm not that short either. Definitely average sized. I'm skinny. All I want is curves, but I can't have them. I can eat 5 pounds of chocolate but it just passes through me. I don't even gain a pound. I have a high metabolism so I'm usually always hungry. I'm not..bony. I have a bit of 'meat', but that's only the average amount I guess, maybe even less. My sense of fashion is pretty good. I have a good eye due to my artistic ability. I have OCD as well, so my outfits usually have to be perfect, or close too it. I don't really go all out. Just a necklace with a photo of my parents and I when I was a baby, a bracelet I got in Italy, then charms I got from various countries, some I even made myself while hidden in the deserts from enemy gunfire. A pair of skinny jeans, a loose top and boots or sneakers. I usually don't wear earrings unless I'm actually dressing up for something. My skin is blemish free and surprisingly soft. Apparently, I 'glow'. Because that makes so much sense.

I have OCD. It's not that big of deal, but it get's in the way of daily routines and what not. I guess it depends what the case is. Sometimes it gets extremely severe, other times its a nagging feeling. I also have a slight nervous disorder. I pick my nails all the time. They're terrible. But for some reason they always grow back within a matter of days and I'm back to picking them again. I don't see myself as pretty, not really. I see myself as nerdy. I have perfect vision as a werewolf, but back in the day, I used to have these extremely nerdy glasses. Thank god I don't need them anymore. I have too much pride, but as a person I'm shy and reserved, which is a problem. I haven't dated anyone for ten years which is pathetic, extremely pathetic, and I can't even be known as the crazy cat lady because I don't have any cats, because I don't like them. Goodness, I'm part canine. It's my instinct to chase moving objects such as cats. But cats, they fight back. That's why I don't like them. I've started a few fights because of my pride, and I must say I got in a few good bites. I'm pretty protective of my stuff. Especially if it's something my parents gave me. If you talk to me when I'm pissed off, or even in my regular mood, I can guarantee I'll act like a bitch. I'm not nice anymore. I'm sort of sick of being nice. Sure I'll stay out of people's way, but if they push me, I'll push them back, but harder. I'm creative when thinking up revenge, remember that, plus I know how to use gun, remember that too. I tend to spend most of my time in my wolf form just..relaxing by a creek, chasing animals and scaring the living daylights out of them. I don't kill them unless I absolutely need too.




| Human |



I'm Forrest. Forrest Christian Lake and I'm 19 years old. Call me Forrest, there really isn't a way to shorten it and make it appealing to me. I haven't lived in Silent Creek all my life, in fact, I just moved here about a year ago. Before that, Arizona. I'm used to the heat, so when I came up here, everything was too cold. I wore sweaters at 70 degrees. People thought I was weird, but hey, I'm attractive and funny so why not give me a chance? My grandma lived here, she passed away a few months ago. It's why I moved. My parents were sick of me, and instead of sending me to military school, they wanted to try one more thing. Poor old grandma didn't know what was coming when she volunteered, God bless her heart. I got better though. I'm not as much of a troublemaker like I was before, but I'm still pretty bad. Your average player. But better, because I'm not average. I guess everyone says that, right? My mom is russian and my dad is american. I don't really know how they met since they were born on different sides of the world. I believe my mom was a foreign exchange student coming here, to the states. She was sent to Arizona { probably a huge climate change } and apparently they met in some old dusty bar. I was conceived about a year later in the same room they sleep in now. My mom is the one that wears the pants. Funny because she's russian. I got my hair and eyes from her. She's a dirty blonde { more on the blonde side } and I'm blonde too. My dad has brown hair, and that's my root color. I look more like my dad however. We have the same face shape and build and what not. He's the one with the mustache. I don't have facial hair because it's gross. However, I put on fake mustaches sometimes. Or my friends sharpie a mustache onto my face when I'm passed out drunk in someones house. Great friends I have, right?



I'm a fun loving guy. When I was in high-school, I spent my mornings in detention and my afternoons out with my friends, smoking weed, partying, having a fun time. I've come to school with a hangover. It's easy to conceal, you just need a bit of practice. But now that I'm out of school, I live in my grandma's house, I keep a job..somehow, and still find time to spend my friday nights at clubs. As you can probably already tell, I'm a bit of a player. I love girls, no I'm not gay. Sorry guys. I don't have anything against gay people though, they're pretty cool as long as they don't start making moves on me. I'm pretty funny, and known to do weird things. I'll take any bet as long as enough money is involved. I really don't belong in this small town, but if I move, I'm afraid i'll end up living on the streets or something. I work 12 hours a day, six days a week, 72 hours in construction, some town about an hour away. I'm not scared to get down and dirty if I need too, and despite everything, I am stubborn and determined.

It takes a lot to get me mad. I don't really have a temper. I can deal with kids for hours on end, hell, I'll probably play with them and enjoy it. Just as long as I don't have to clean them. Or feed them. But I'm not really someone you'd trust to take care of your kid. Trust me. My house is pretty clean. I mean, I live there. I don't want people thinking I'm a pig. See, back in Arizona, my bedroom was absolutely disgusting. I swear, you look under my bed, you find the remnants of some sandwich I left a few months ago. I used to be messy, but I fixed myself up. I also used to procrastinate. Now THAT was a hard habit to break. I can't afford to go to college, and I've been thinking of joining the military and living on a base. It'll be easier than doing what I do now. My parents would be proud of me. Not that I care what they think. I'm not the type of person to care about what anyone thinks actually. If I join the military, I'll be doing it for myself and not for them. I have a dog, two actually. The one I recently bought is a German Shorthaired Pointer. Her name is Trigger and she's three. Then my grandma's hunting dog, a five year old English Springer Spaniel named Jasper. I go out hunting with them every hunting season. I like guns, I have a few hidden in my closet, but nothing over the top. I'm not insecure either. I'm actually pretty self-confident which I'm guessing you already know, or have assumed. I don't really take things for granted, and I don't believe in earning things easily either. Sure, it's nice every once in a while, but I'd rather not let my guard down.



Let's see..I have blonde hair. My roots are brown though. I didn't dye it, that just how I came. It's usually a mess, but don't pay attention to it. You know, unless you like it. Some people say it looks nice. Anyway, I have a pretty muscular figure. There isn't really a actual gym in the town, so I work out at home. It took me forever to buy a set of equipment, but at least I don't have to pay twenty bucks a month for a gym membership. I stand at 6 foot 1 and I weigh about 156 pounds. Trust me, it's not fat. I have a 6-pack that also took me a while to get. My eyes are big and sort of a sea green color and my skin is normally tanned. I spend a lot of time outside, working or just..doing stuff. When it gets pale in the winter, I tend to stay indoors more often than not, or wear more clothing to try and cover it up. I have nice skin I guess, but it's a bit dry which is unfortunate because dry skin gets..flakey.




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Post  indefinite. on Thu May 24, 2012 12:09 pm

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Catharine + Rhyan

Post  fatal attraction. on Thu May 24, 2012 1:04 pm





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          My name is Rhyan Alexander Might, I actually have no idea what my name means, or what culture it came from. But, if you feel like stalking me, go ahead and look up what Rhyan really means. Tell me in the future. I have a couple nick names, Rhy, if we are really close. Or unless your asking to get punched in the face. Then, I have Alex, from my middle name. Alex shortened is Al, so I have a couple nick names. I was once called the Rusty, since I had bright red hair then. Or Ginger, as some people call it. Then, it faded into a red-ish brown and I'm not called Rusty any more. I also have Mighty Rhyan, or Mighty Rhy, yet my little sister called me that. So, whenever I hear the name, I get all happy, and perky. I do enjoy being called the name, but if your doing it in a teasing way, well I guess we are no longer friends. I am male, born male, always male. I don't really plan on changing that anytime soon, so if you don't believe me, go take a hike. I am letting no one find this out, well, this is only if your a guy. Girls can check all they want, I actually know a great place where we can find out. I am old enough to do whatever I want, the age of where I become a person who has his own rules. Living on my own, sometimes. If I want to. So, that means, three years until I can have a beer, legally. And... stuff like that. So, do the math, and you get 18.



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          I'm not that tall, actually, I'm rather short. I don't weigh that much either. Five ten, isn't six two. I am basically the height of a chick. It really annoys me when you make fun of my height anyways. Want to loose that hand of yours? How will you cheat on your driver's test if you have a missing hand? I guess I am light for my height, hehe that rhymed. Erh... I weigh one hundred forty five pounds, I weigh as much as a chick too. Egh, I wish I was taller! I could really be a pro at football. I'm a runt, and used for speed. Because, ya know, I am supa fast. I have my bright, blue eyes, that I get told, everyone loves. I have amazing brown-ish orange hair. I go with red, but everyone insists that it is orange. I actually have no idea what the color of my hair is called, and I don't care. I just know, I'm not color blind, so I'm going to say the colors I see. Me? I'm totally a color, and you see me everyday... Something like that, it sounded better in my head.



do you actually
love someone?
          I'm currently single, which is a surprise. I'm hungry. Oh wait, sorry I smelt popcorn in the hallway. Right, being single. Well, I guess you could say I'm waiting for the girl of my dreams who will never come. But, I will date anyone at the moment. I don't care who she is as long as she has a personality! I am clearly straight, although I have been branded as a guy who is 'heteroflexible.' Meaning, I am straight, and have an interest in women. But, I can go a little gay at parties. Hey, I'm drunk, and anything can happen. Or, I can just randomly kiss a guy, who knows. I don't like men, I just like kissing men, and women. Both could be great kissers.
          Well, my turn on's are they have to be smart, cute, and even an outgoing personality. I don't want to be talking to some girl who doesn't have their own personality. I don't want some shy girl, unless I know she starts to loosen up around friends. Then we'll see who she truly. Quite frankly, almost anything turns me on, there really isn't anything that turns me off. Except for the long list of turn offs, I hate when a girl curses too much in one sentence, or in one day. Basically hygiene is a turn off, if it is bad, well I won't get 6 feet close to you. Another thing would be if you aren't athletic. It's disgusting just sitting on the couch and watching TV. I get bored quickly.
          I have my mother, Jane, my father, Dana. It was a man's name back then! I have my three sisters.... My eldest sister, Katherine, who is 19, I am considering her being lesbian, but I am too scared to ask her. But, we're siblings, we're going to be saying rumors about each other.. Then you have Katherine's twin, Cathy, she is shorter, way short... ugly short... erh... she's weird. Alas, you have my youngest sister. She is fifteen, Of course, I wanted a little brother, or at least a dog. But no, I got stuck with a whiny little baby girl who doesn't stop talking and wants me to play house with her all the time. Oh wait, that was when I was nine. I'm seventeen now... Right... I'm just going to be quiet...

          Right, Right, Right. I think Right is my favorite word. Mmm... But, my name is Irish, Rhyan, well I wouldn't know where 'Rhyan' comes from. But, I do know Ryan is Irish, so I guess I'm Irish... I don't feel like asking my parents..



my personal
belongings
          Stuff that I own? Clothes, dogs, superman, batman, women, not really, but I thought I would just say that... Well, I have a dog, his name is Sammy, he is some sort of lab mutt, I have no idea what the other half is. Alas, then I have my... uh... laptop...? Phone, all that cool stuff. I guess I have everything a family in middle class would have. Barely making it as it is, but we tend to keep spending our money...




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Post  .without a doubt on Thu May 24, 2012 6:07 pm

|| so weird! like chickensmoothie... in a way, but again not exactly! this might need some taking used to c:
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| Right? And, guys, if anything weird is happening, PM me about it. I'm working on the forum still, but I need to know what's up to do it. ;] |
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| Harmony | - | 17 | - | Monie |
They wanted a graceful kid, with a graceful name. 'Harmony' they decided, shall be her name. She really was stunning, suitable for her music-term name. Harmony thought her name was unforgettable, and creative. Theresa, on the other hand, is a name she absolutely hates. Harmony can't loathe it more. Theresa was her grandmother's name, a lady whom Harmony heard of once or twice in the family conversations. This grandmother Theresa was a strict lady, headmaster of a private school that closed down before she died. Unlike most grandmas, Grandmother Theresa had no time for knitting. She died sometime a few years back, and no one spoke of her again. Sky is Harmony's last name. Her mother's maiden name though, is Oliveira. It sound pretty tropical and different right? Her mother was indeed from Latin America, with a tropical last name.

Harmony gets called many names, such as Harley. But she nicknamed herself Monie in seventh grade, on a day she'll never forget. Monie is the most common one, and the one she likes the best. Though you may just refer to her as Harmony.

It was seventeen years of life, of school, or parents and of siblings. Harmony literally began to hate it. Her birthday was the bridge between spring and summer, but she is still a spring baby. She was born on a cloudy day, perhaps a sign of a jinx, curse or whatever you may call it, but her parents ignored it. Of course they beileve there was no such thing as a cursed newborn. They were right. Harmony grew to be a strong and pretty girl, like they expected.


| Fearless | - | Sweet | - | Friendly |
Harmony is fearless, or in other words, brave. She inherits this from her wolf state, the one she feels power in.
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| Brunette | - | Fair-skin | - | Average |
She looks like a sweet gal. Brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin, the typical. Her lengthy hair is about to her chest, which was cut to frame her face, and give it soft look. Not appreciating the stylist's hard work, Harmony often likes to keep it up with a quick ponytail or do up. On more formal occasions, she'll put it down. Her body structure is like everything else- normal. Harmony is about tall compared to her family, about five-foot-sevenish {5'7}, without heels. Assumptions are made about how much she weights, but she rarely actually tells. You'd infer about one-hundred-and-twenty or so, but an inference is all you'll get.


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Post  ∞ αи∂ в є у σ и ∂. on Fri May 25, 2012 9:12 pm

| Great. ^^ Really, guys, the forms don't have to be special. Just the basics. I know that you're all literate, so I don't need to judge you by that. xD |
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Post  Cᴏɴᴛᴀɢɪᴏᴜs- on Fri May 25, 2012 9:25 pm

∞ αи∂ в є у σ и ∂. wrote:| Great. ^^ Really, guys, the forms don't have to be special. Just the basics. I know that you're all literate, so I don't need to judge you by that. xD |

I know, I just like my forms to be all pretty. :D The only thing I find annoying is how whenever I want to edit my post, I need to enter the code in the box and what not. :/
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Post  finch. on Fri May 25, 2012 10:46 pm

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Bleh.

Post  fatal attraction. on Sat May 26, 2012 12:37 pm

We all know I will not get any where near creating a form. I will have to get used to the forum for a while. But, I am done with Rhyan, I am not making a female wolf since, there are so many of them. xD ]
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Astrid & Kegan

Post  silence . on Sat May 26, 2012 12:58 pm

{ - Odd. Like everyone else said, same but yet different. Anyways, reserved for my characters :3 }

It's your son or it's your daughter,
Are my screams loud enough for you to hear me?
Should I turn this up for you?

I sit locked inside my head
Remembering everything you've said
This silence gets us nowhwere!
Gets us nowhere way too fast!

The silence is what kills me
I need someone here to help me
But you don't know how to listen
And let me make my decisions






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let's get to the
basics of you
          "My name is Astrid Noelle O'Connell." Pronounced AS / trid. no / ELL. O / con / al. The name Astrid comes from an Old Norse origin. It means fair, or beautiful goddess. Her middle name, Noelle is from the Old French origin. With the meaning of either day of birth, or Christmas. Astrid believes that her mother named her, since her father ran off when she found out that her mother was pregnant. Her mother was only seventeen when she had her daughter. And that was nineteen years ago. Now, she's a grown woman, who could clearly take care of herself. Astrid was born in California, where Astrid lived for most of her years, before she moved to Silent creek. It was in a small hospital where her mother described as 'The middle of no where.' But it always seemed like mom didn't know what she was talking about half the time. Astrid has many nicknames from mostly her middle name. Noelle. Some people say it how it looks. Or how it is pronounced. She also gets called Elle, or Ellie. She doesn't really care, nicknames don't bother her much, but she would rather just be called Astrid.



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          "Can you handle all of this?" Astrid looks younger then she actually is. Maybe seventeen, or sometimes people even ask her if she's seventeen. But nope, this girl is nineteen years old. But she's thankful that she looks younger. Maybe when she's forty when she is fifty! Astrid weighs about {120} one-hundred twenty lbs, and slightly smaller for her age, with the height of 5'1" feet tall, sadly. She hates being short. Always looking up at people. Though, there's a plus side, her body moves quickly and gracefully, other then being a clumsy tall person. Her body is flexible, making it easy to move around. As in dancing. She's one of those dancers. Ballet, but has some swag. Astrid's skin is somewhat pale. She burns rather than tanning, which she hates. But she loves the sun. Her face, like everyone else, has suffered from pimples. And sometimes she still does. There's a few scars from the pimples here and there, but the faded. Much like her small little freckles spread across her cheeks and nose. They are more visible on her arms, where they have scattered all over the place. She hates her freckles, while others think that they are cute. Why? She doesn't even know. Above her face freckles are these ivory green eyes. Beautiful, everyone tells her. But she thinks they are ugly. Her eyes give her a dangerous and daring look. But yet very attractive. Like a rose and its thorns. Her nose is small, a button nose. Which she is thankful for. No big honkers on her face. And then there's her full lips. Astrid has a tangle of long blond hair. That's forever going the wrong way. Not the way she's trained it. Her hair is more on the straight side, sometimes a bit wavy, but other then that its a boring flat.



do you actually
love someone?
          "Everyone is disappointing." Astrid is single, and it's not likely that she would find anyone soon. Astrid is more of one of those girls who can totally forget guys as someone she would go out with. But yet, she is more like a friend. Someone who everyone could be best friends with. If you got what it takes. She hates those cocky, full of themselves types of guys. They just make her mad, why would anyone like someone like that? It seems like they are to in love with themselves, and not ready for a relationship. If you haven;t noticed already, Astrid is straight. She's always has been. She just likes guys, girls are more on the friend side. And will stay that way. Her type of guy would be someone who is creative, they can't boring and lifeless. And that goes onto the next turn on, he has to have a sense of humor, she would most likely fall for someone who could make her laugh. Even when she's upset. Whoever can make her laugh, your in. But, they would have to laugh at her too. Astrid loves to make people laugh. And of course, they would have to be a good friend, and not someone who would push her to far. If you like banging on the first date, Astrid is not the type of girl. She likes to get to know people more.



my personal
belongings
          "There's a few things that I have to have." Books! Astrid is one of those girls who loves to read. If she was really interested in a book, she could probably finish it in two hours, maybe three. Of course, now that you know she reads, you probably assumed that she was smart. Writing, she loves to write too. She keeps this beat up journal with doodles all over it. That's were she has some poems, or writing down her thoughts. Some pages of how her day was. And even some pictures she drew herself. If you can think of it, its in there. And then there's her beloved camera. This is something she could never live without. She loves photography, as much as dancing. If she couldn't get a career out of dancing, photography is her next choice.

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Lyrics I soon will be finding :3






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          "I'm Kegan Drew Fields. Nice to meet you." Pronounced k(e) / gan. droo. Fi / elds. The name Kegan comes from an Irish and (or) Gaelic. It has the meaning of small flame; ardent. His middle name, Drew means Warrior or man. Coming from a Greek origin. Kegan is sure that his grandmother named him, since his parents didn't want anything to do with the child. His father and grandmother were both Irish, and he lived in Ireland for some time. So, of course he's going to have a Celtic accent. Kegan was born eighteen years ago, and left to his grandmother, the only parent he ever knew. His mother died during child birth, and his father blamed him for it. So Kegan was left with his father's mother. And he doesn't even visit. Kegan usually goes by his first name, but sometimes people will get lazy and shorten it even more. If it wasn't short enough. They would call him Keegs, or Keeg. But he just likes to be called Kegan.



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          "Take it or leave it babe. It's all I got."Kegan looks the age he is. Sometimes people might think that he is a year younger, or a year older. Depends on the person judging. Kegan has a built body; broad shoulders, and muscular arms and legs. Not including his six pack, which is slightly wearing off from the lack of exercise. It's not really tight and fake looking. Its there, you can see it, but it's not all decked out. He seems on the tall side, but there are some kids that are taller then him. Kegan stands to be 6'3" feet tall. And has the weight for {135} one-hundred thirty-five. Kegan has light brown hair. Kind of short, and spiky looking. His head is an oval shape with clear skin. The boy almost never had pimples. His face didn't get very oily. Kegan has chocolate brown eyes, that girl's get lost in every time, along with his pearly white smile framed by a small set of lips --- but kissable, they just seem to faint. And Kegan knows this, only when he is teasing, he shows them off. Kegan's nose is small, but turns upward at the end, almost like a bunny's nose. And he hates it.



do you actually
love someone?
          "I am single... I know surprising right?"As said before, Kegan is single. For most of his life girls have been chasing him. And why wouldn't they? He's cute, nice, funny, and caring. A whole package. But Kegan isn't in the mood to date someone just yet. He hates it when people date just to have someone all to themselves. He likes to date someone when he knows they are the one. The one he wants to spend all his time with. She has to be the right girl. And to find the right girl, they would have to have these characteristics; smart - If she's some stupid blonde, Kegan would not be happy. Funny- someone with a sense of humor would be nice. And someone who plays hard to get. He likes a challenge.

          Kegan lives with his Grandmother (Grammy), and his sister whom his grandmother adopted. Little Lily. Who is Chinese. Kegan is really over protective of Lily, if anyone hurt her; he would go nuts on them. And his relationship between him and 'Grammy' is very strong. They are really close. Shes the only mother he knows.



my personal
belongings
          "Um... Let's see..."Clothes? He loves clothes. Not in a gay way, he wouldn't like to run around naked or anything. Hats, like the Icey Life hats. Shoes, he likes shoes. That seems like that's it. He is a guy after all.

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Done. xD

Post  Cᴏɴᴛᴀɢɪᴏᴜs- on Sat May 26, 2012 1:40 pm

Well, I'm done. I didn't really do much for Forrest. I'm sorta tired of making forms. I'll probably add information to it later, maybe in a few days or so.
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Post  ∞ αи∂ в є у σ и ∂. on Sat May 26, 2012 8:44 pm

| Great. xD Also, guys, don't be afraid to make your own roleplays. I'm not the dictator. ^-^ I'll add everybody later; I'm too lazy to do it now. Feel free to begin!

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Post  Cᴏɴᴛᴀɢɪᴏᴜs- on Sat May 26, 2012 9:38 pm






The wet grass and sweet scent of the flowers in the air takes Julianna Somerset in and out of reality. It's morning and she's out of town, as usual, on a nearby mountain ledge. In front of her, the world spreads out like a picture. Silent Creek is there, but it's only a small portion of the vastness she see's. Her white blonde hair tickles her face as she lies, spread easel on the ground with the breeze ruffling her clothing. It had rained last night and she spent the late hours as a wolf running in the forest with the rain soaking her fur. Now she's all dried of course. Her breath is a fog of of white in front of her face.

The girl is wearing a white cotton sundress with a faded navy blue pattern along the cotton. It's wet and slightly see-through, but that's the least of Julie's worries. A small yawn breaks through her system, and after hours of lying, watching the sun rise slowly into the sky, she sits up and stretches her loose muscles. She feels them crack a few times, the ones in her back. This happens every morning, as she imagined it happened to her back when she was actually 18. Gazing out into the beautiful view, the young girl stares for a few more seconds before slowly standing up and attempting to dust off whatever she can. The only thing she's wearing is the sundress, aside from obvious under wear. Barefoot in the grass, she begins walking, feeling her toes sink into the moist dirt. It smells like nature up here. Usually, nature doesn't smell that appealing, but this time it's different. Her thoughts drift over to Julian. What's he doing? He's the boy that first changed her. She doesn't even know what happened. A passing in the hall at school, they must have touched. The two weren't very close, they didn't normally touch each other and what not. Maybe just a nod or a glance in the halls. Her life changed for her though. Sometimes she likes this..disease. Sometimes she doesn't. Most of the time it's a burden, not being able to be close to anyone, knowing that all her friends are going to die before her, grow old while she watches until finally their souls fade away. While she stays looking young and youthful. But then again, that's another upside. She won't have to get old. The girls eyes close as she walks. She's already taken this route many times before, she knows what it's like, the bumps and turns, so falling won't worry her.


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Post  fatal attraction. on Sun May 27, 2012 1:16 pm

[ I'm making Catharine. She is going here. Don't expect me to make a form any time soon though. ]
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Post  ∞ αи∂ в є у σ и ∂. on Sun May 27, 2012 2:32 pm



[cυrreɴтly: cooking] - [wιтн: nobody] - [мood: neutral] - [relαтιoɴѕнιp?: single]
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Post  Cᴏɴᴛᴀɢɪᴏᴜs- on Mon May 28, 2012 10:22 am

{ I finished my post if anyone wants to reply to it. xD }
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