HoodedHuntress
Songster
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Storyline: A young couple, in their late teens, sat in their warm cabin in olden day Ottawa, Canada, sheltered from all the malign winds outside. Smiles on their faces looked down upon their new family member, Nicole. These “beasts” were perhaps not the savages the commoners told of. Maybe they were warm-hearted, kind-spirited, or was this just an instant of calmness for them? An instant of peace before the storm. In a few minutes the trio had taken the form of elegant wolves, but with no hatred on their faces, no lust for blood, no urge to ravage during the night. The couple curled around their newborn child and protected her from any cold, any harm, any disturbance of her peace.
Another couple had just been ruined. The salty smell of blood lingered in the air, the corpse of a wolf covered in blood and snow. A band of humans’ footsteps and bullets scattered the area. A sleek brown wolf crept up to his dead partner, trying to nudge her awake, while he knew well she never would. Fury burned in his eyes, and he followed the footsteps, silently, on a mission. Soon, the human marauders would end up like his stolen love.
His life was ended, figuratively, he lived to be with her, to care for her, to enjoy moments with her. And the humans had ripped away, driven by money or fear or anger, whatever it might be, he didn’t know. But now he would become the ruthless killer he was once before, when he hadn’t met her; when she had changed him.
He had been caught. And now was his trial, in a cold cellar by someone who knew he would be dead no matter what he had to say. So the Ulven just kept shut, not expressing, not feeling, his heart empty. The judge shook his head and exited the cold room. Then came the man, with the black cloak, with the gun, and then….
And even more so arose the lies of the commoners, sprouting from a few similar Ulven attacks nearby. The beast had to be extinguished, burned, tortured. They were unearthly and demoic! They came from Hell, and to Hell they should return. These were the inflammatory words from the Vepsen, the community of commoners who insisted on the death of these terrors, the terrors who attacked and killed. Unfortunately, most of the community believed them, and so, the grand war would be started.
Some commoners helped the Ulven. They sympathized with them, perhaps they had loved ones turn into Ulven. It seemed that all would be resolved, all conflict would vanish, until Duke Jacques was called to serve the area. He ordered all Ulven and their helpers to be killed, in any way the commoners wanted. This was the start of the guerilla war that was to come, that would erupt with much death and sorrow. Duke Jacques would set up a money-driven system funded by paranoid investers that were naïve enough to believe the lies about the Ulven. He placed bounties on all Ulven and their helpers, drawing much danger on the Ulven population. The Ulven have united to fight when necessary, in smalls bands of Ulven, all commanded by the alpha male and female. They are outnumbered, so the Ulven usually stay on the defensive side.
(more backstory to come)
Summary: You’re in Canada in a small Ottawa, just recently settled and started to grow. The Ulven and the highly influential Vepsen are in a guerilla war, money driving the Vepsen forward, while the Ulven try to survive. Sies are picked, aliinces made, friendships split. Navenet also pick sides, proving to be very influential in the war overall.
Ulven: Ulven are pretty much werewolves. They have two forms: human and wolf. In human form, they seem completely human except for enlarged canines and strength. They can shift into wolves twice the size of normal ones at will, or when the sun sets(they always transform during those hours). The ULven are commanded by an alpha male, who organizes the Ulven into a group that is ready to fight if encroached upon.
Navenet: These are the neutral side to the war, often joing the human side by money means. These creatures usually have distinguishingable black pupils and irises when in human form, and transform into ravens. While in human form, they can sprout knife sharp raven claws from their knuckles.
Transformation: The Ulven can turn humans into their kind by biting the vein on their right wrist while in wolf form. This is due to the old legend that the blood running in the veins in the right wrist is wolves’ blood. Naven can infect their victims by stabbing their victims in their shoulder blades, signifying the sprouting of new wings.
Form to Join:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species:
Alignment (Vepsen, neutral, or Ulven?):
Description:
Personality:
History:
Weapons:
Partner/Relationship?:
Other:
A) By participating in this game, I promise that all BYC Rules will be followed and that I have read and understood the Role Play Rules that are in a sticky at the top of the Games forum.
B) I promise that all content is to be rated G and suitable for all ages.
C) I promise that there will be no swearing, cursing (including censoring by using symbols) or inappropriate adult sexual activity or innuendo. This extends to mating, breeding or innuendo in non-human characters as well.
D) I promise to treat others with respect and kindness as is the BYC way.
E) I promise not to post any material that is a violation of copyright. Basically this means: if you didn't create the content (like an image / picture) and don't have direct permission from the content creator to post it, then don't.
Storyline: A young couple, in their late teens, sat in their warm cabin in olden day Ottawa, Canada, sheltered from all the malign winds outside. Smiles on their faces looked down upon their new family member, Nicole. These “beasts” were perhaps not the savages the commoners told of. Maybe they were warm-hearted, kind-spirited, or was this just an instant of calmness for them? An instant of peace before the storm. In a few minutes the trio had taken the form of elegant wolves, but with no hatred on their faces, no lust for blood, no urge to ravage during the night. The couple curled around their newborn child and protected her from any cold, any harm, any disturbance of her peace.
Another couple had just been ruined. The salty smell of blood lingered in the air, the corpse of a wolf covered in blood and snow. A band of humans’ footsteps and bullets scattered the area. A sleek brown wolf crept up to his dead partner, trying to nudge her awake, while he knew well she never would. Fury burned in his eyes, and he followed the footsteps, silently, on a mission. Soon, the human marauders would end up like his stolen love.
His life was ended, figuratively, he lived to be with her, to care for her, to enjoy moments with her. And the humans had ripped away, driven by money or fear or anger, whatever it might be, he didn’t know. But now he would become the ruthless killer he was once before, when he hadn’t met her; when she had changed him.
He had been caught. And now was his trial, in a cold cellar by someone who knew he would be dead no matter what he had to say. So the Ulven just kept shut, not expressing, not feeling, his heart empty. The judge shook his head and exited the cold room. Then came the man, with the black cloak, with the gun, and then….
And even more so arose the lies of the commoners, sprouting from a few similar Ulven attacks nearby. The beast had to be extinguished, burned, tortured. They were unearthly and demoic! They came from Hell, and to Hell they should return. These were the inflammatory words from the Vepsen, the community of commoners who insisted on the death of these terrors, the terrors who attacked and killed. Unfortunately, most of the community believed them, and so, the grand war would be started.
Some commoners helped the Ulven. They sympathized with them, perhaps they had loved ones turn into Ulven. It seemed that all would be resolved, all conflict would vanish, until Duke Jacques was called to serve the area. He ordered all Ulven and their helpers to be killed, in any way the commoners wanted. This was the start of the guerilla war that was to come, that would erupt with much death and sorrow. Duke Jacques would set up a money-driven system funded by paranoid investers that were naïve enough to believe the lies about the Ulven. He placed bounties on all Ulven and their helpers, drawing much danger on the Ulven population. The Ulven have united to fight when necessary, in smalls bands of Ulven, all commanded by the alpha male and female. They are outnumbered, so the Ulven usually stay on the defensive side.
(more backstory to come)
Summary: You’re in Canada in a small Ottawa, just recently settled and started to grow. The Ulven and the highly influential Vepsen are in a guerilla war, money driving the Vepsen forward, while the Ulven try to survive. Sies are picked, aliinces made, friendships split. Navenet also pick sides, proving to be very influential in the war overall.
Ulven: Ulven are pretty much werewolves. They have two forms: human and wolf. In human form, they seem completely human except for enlarged canines and strength. They can shift into wolves twice the size of normal ones at will, or when the sun sets(they always transform during those hours). The ULven are commanded by an alpha male, who organizes the Ulven into a group that is ready to fight if encroached upon.
Navenet: These are the neutral side to the war, often joing the human side by money means. These creatures usually have distinguishingable black pupils and irises when in human form, and transform into ravens. While in human form, they can sprout knife sharp raven claws from their knuckles.
Transformation: The Ulven can turn humans into their kind by biting the vein on their right wrist while in wolf form. This is due to the old legend that the blood running in the veins in the right wrist is wolves’ blood. Naven can infect their victims by stabbing their victims in their shoulder blades, signifying the sprouting of new wings.
Form to Join:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species:
Alignment (Vepsen, neutral, or Ulven?):
Description:
Personality:
History:
Weapons:
Partner/Relationship?:
Other:
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pen.
retty jet black haired girl, 5'2 1/2, with pale skin and icy blue eyes.Her wolf form is a large, sturdy, majestic black she wolf.
