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Name: Rayne Crownin
Personality: Usually playful, freewill, gleeful and free of life. Risk-taker on so many levels unless it crosses with the devil. Sweet, kind, tender-hearted. Secretly skilled, lazy, creative, artistic, overly cautious.
History: Rayne wasn't a mythical being all her life. She was a pure human when she was very young, and was raised by a pastor. Her mother left her father for an unknown reason, she never figured out why, and her father never discussed it with Rayne either. Rayne had a hard life, her father didn't acknowledged her at times because he believed himself to be in counsel rooms or the church. She had to uphold her high standards to keep a positive reputation for her father, and the church. She did get into trouble a couple of times for being curious at fresh things, she loves being a risk-taker, but luckily it didn't crash her father's reputation. One year as an adult is when she was mistakenly transformed into a white beast, she was previously bitten by a mythical beast months before. Petrified of what her father might do, she bolted off, and never returned to the holy church. After a few months at what she believes to be a curse, she accepted the fact, and now roams the dark forests alone.
Picture/Description: Waves of charcoal black long hair, deep emerald green eyes, fair skinned petite girl standing 5'2. She wears animal skin and fur clothing, which she creates herself. She's normally barefoot. Wears feathered earnings from the birds she kills. As a werewolf she appears to be solid ivory white but for her black tail. She wears her feathered earrings in her Lycan form.
Personality: He comes off as cynical and icy at first, but slowly know him, he can be either a very strong, trustworthy ally or a very dangerous enemy. As a friend he's helpful, quiet, talkative, and gets angrily easily. He would put himself in harms way for others needlessly. Loves to make jokes about the things he hunts. Cunning, sly, brave, witted.
History: Learned his skilled hunting abilities in his teen years by his mother, his father wasn't in his life. His father traveled around, being a playboy, so he wasn't around fathering Rogan like a responsible adult.His strong willed mother knew the existence of mythical beings which grew her interest into wanting to hunt for interesting appearing trophies. During a stag hunt to lure in a werewolf, he met a redhead by the name of Bridgette that grew love by having the identical interests. Rogan married Bridgette and had a daughter named Angyl Asher, but Bridgette passed away from giving birth. Rogan continued his hunting, but promised himself to conceal the whereabouts of mythical creatures to Angyl. He did teach her skills on how to use a gun, but she never enjoyed killing.
Picture/Description: Taller then most men, being 6'1. He's lean, muscular broad, and athletic build with cornflower blue eyes.Often wears camouflage to dark greens and brown attire. Has long scars down his chest, and arms from previous encounters with mythical beasts.
Name: Angyl Asher
Age: 19 years
Personality:Quite laid back, but tries not to be lazy. Very hardworking, and doesn't stop until things are done. Loves to goof around, and have any kind of fun. Caring, sweet, protective, Obeys to her father without question, respectful. Casually gets bored easily, and tries her best to cope. Timid, reserve around new people, but goofy, and noisy around friends.
History: Angyl's mother was accidentally killed when giving birth to her. Angyl was raised around flocks of swans, ducks,and geese by their cabin being near a vast, flourish pond. At a very young age, she and her father each break of dawn she would gather bread crumbs and go out and feed the birds. In the teen years, Angyl would nourish the injured birds back to their original state, even if they would protectively nip at her. Rogan would casually go onto his daily hunts, and Angyl would remain behind to head into town to shop, explore, hang out or do what she wishes, but like her father and mother, she never enjoyed hunting, but learned how to use a gun by her father.
Picture/Description: She is sorta tall, and willowy, being 5'1' with little muscle. She has striking amber shaded eyes. usually dressed in summer and spring color attire ranging from dresses to shorts, and tanks tops. rarely wears small earnings.
Awesome! One thing, could you please put either Beta, Omega or Alpha in Rank, on Rayne's form?
Thank you! :3
Thanks for joining! @fuzzball and Nicky!
Thinking about starting this soon! ^-^
This role play has begun!!
(Amber Kala Hallwood - Hunter.)
Amber was in a small bar called The Devil's Eye. It was a hotspot for supernatural hunters. Most of them came for a drink and to brag about their kills, others came for information about particular creatures and the like.
Amber sighed, putting her feet up on the wooden table and catching the smell of the air around her; it was a damp, musky, old smell, but it was warm and calming. It was homely.
The barmaid came over, stopping by Amber's table. "What can I get you, Amber?" She asked, cheerfully, as she brushed the stray blonde hairs from her face and tucked them behind her ear.
"I'll have whiskey - on ice," Amber replied, glancing up at the barmaid. "Please."
"You know, the legal age is 21."
Amber grinned. "When has anything I've done been legal?"
The barmaid laughed and walked away, shaking her head. "I'll be back in a minute with your drink."
Amber leaned back in her chair, observing the people around her whilst she waited for her drink. The noise of cheerful hunters filled the bar, their laughter was almost contagious. She wanted to join in and have a little fun, but she had to wait for her mother to return from a hunting job that she had insisted on doing alone.
Amber didn't worry about her mother much, she knew that she could handle herself.
The barmaid reappeared. "Here you go, Amber." She said, taking a glass of whiskey off of her tray and placing it on the table.
"Thanks," Amber said, taking the glass in her hand.
A drunk hunter bumped into the barmaid, making the drinks on her tray slosh about. "Hey! Watch it!"
(Nora Hallwood - Hunter.)
Nora raced through the dusty halls. The whole building smelled of mold and death. She ducked into a small room, slamming the door behind her. Leaning against the door, she tried to catch her breath. She cursed quietly to herself. On the other side of the door, she could hear a slight scratching noise.
Nora checked her colt. She only had three bullets left, but she stayed as calm as possible.
With her gun at the ready, she moved away from the door and opened it slightly. A quick gust of cold wind violently threw the door open. It splintered as it hit the wall with wild force. Nora held her arm up, shielding her face from the flying debris. Then, everything became calm.
Nora lowered her arm and took a deep breath in, before she shuffled closer to the doorway. A werewolf appeared out of nowhere and knocked her to the floor. Her colt slid across the room. She pushed the creature away and tried to reach her gun. It grabbed her leg and pulled her towards it. She kicked it in the face and it let out a cry of pain. Nora grabbed her gun. The werewolf stood over her and growled loudly, it's face showing clear desire to kill. Nora saw her chance, she pointed her gun at it's heart and quickly pulled the trigger. It screamed and collapsed in front of her. She sighed with relief, then stood up and brushed herself off.
She hated werewolves. Heck, she hated all supernatural creatures. They only ever seemed to ruin the world and hurt people.
She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, then went off to find her duffle bag.
She found it near the front door, dumped in the corner, exactly where she had left it.
Nora returned to the werewolf's body and took a tank of petrol out of the dark green duffle bag. She poured it on the body and all around the room, then put the tank back into the bag. She took out a packet of matches, picked up her duffle bag and made her way out of the room, before striking a few matches and lighting it up.
She left the house and walked up to her car. She unlocked it and shoved the duffle bag in the boot. Before she closed the boot, she glimpsed back at the burning house. She sighed. After she closed the boot up, she got into her car. She started her engine and went to fetch Amber.
(Ash Burrows - Hunter.)
Ash carefully flicked through the pages of an old book that was given to him when he first became a hunter. It was filled with information on a vast array of creatures, including werewolves, ghouls, skincrawlers, shapeshifters, vampires, and many others. He was looking for something specific; something on how to catch a jackalope.
There was a loose jackalope in the woodland nearby, and it was up to Ash to catch it - before the locals found it, decided to shoot it and then try to figure out what makes it tick. Although it was only a small job, it was still important, especially considering how rare jackalopes were nowadays.
"Aha," he mumbled, grinning to himself. He slid his finger down the page and stopped on a small, colourless drawing of a jackalope. "Here it is. Let's see... jackalopes... antlers or horns... blah blah blah... may be related to the wolpertinger... lucky rabbits' feet... luck potions... luck this, luck that, blah blah blah... There has to be something on how to catch it."
Ash sighed heavily. He skimmed the page once more, making sure that he hadn't missed anything important. "Wait," he paused. A small paragraph had caught his eye. "No way. That's how you catch it? That's so... basic."
He shrugged and closed the book up, temporarily returning it to a slightly dusty shelf. Then he headed out for supplies.
(Athena Chazona - Oracle.)
Athena was sleeping; saving her energy. Something big was about to happen, she could feel it. It flooded her dreams, turning them to nightmares. It plagued her thoughts. It tormented her.
She would need all of her strength and stamina to help fight it, so she spent her time resting as much as possible. She had been asleep for months, in a cold storage facility. Admittedly, it wasn't the most glamorous place, but it kept her safe and hidden from any immediate danger.
She knew that, soon, she would have to wake up and she would have to play her part.
(Tara Aladine - Omega Werewolf, Pack Conall.)
Tara ran through the heavy rain, using her cardigan as an umbrella, of sorts. As she ran, she splashed in the puddles that had built up in the dips of the path, soaking her shoes and the bottoms of her trousers.
She stopped outside of her favourite coffee shop. It was a fairly plain shop, with white walls, white floor tiles, and yellow blinds, open for the world to see through a large window on the front of the building. But, what made it special was the coffee, the tea, the cakes and the people. It was... comforting.
Tara pushed the door open and went inside, escaping the rain. After quickly greeting the clerk, allowing him to take her order, she made her way to a small table positioned in the corner of the shop - near the window. She sat down and reached into her backpack, pulling out a few large history books and some writing supplies, along with her headphones and her phone. She put her headphones on and flicked through the music list on her phone, before deciding on a song and turning the music up a little.
The clerk came over with Tara's usual coffee; black with two sugars. He placed it on the table and smiled at Tara. She flashed a quick smile, before he headed back to serve an elderly lady.
Tara opened one of the books and began studying, taking notes as she went. Although she was a werewolf, she still tried to fit in and look normal. Which meant studying and going to college.
(Alexander Conall - Alpha Werewolf, Pack Conall.)
Alexander combed his hand through his dark brown hair. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a zippo lighter, then lit his cigarette and took a quick puff. He sighed and glanced down at the two teenagers that were sitting before him. "So, you two have been killing, again. Even after last time? Even after what I said? Even after all of my warnings?!"
The blond boy tried tried to apologise, but he was quickly cut off by Alex. "Sorry, we-"
"No, sorry isn't good enough." Alex hissed. "I warned you what would happen. I gave you both another chance, but you threw it back in my face."
The two teenagers kept ther heads down, daring not to look Alex in the face. They knew he was furious.
Alexander took a long puff of his cigarette as he paced a little. He blew some smoke out of his mouth, leaving the leftover smoke to seep through his lips. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke up. "I hate to do this to you boys... but, you've disrespected me too many times." He paused for a moment, before continuing. "Take them to the cells. Obviously, they need to be taught a lesson."
Two older, more experienced, werewolves came up to the teenagers and proceeded to take them to the cells. They put up little fight, knowing what they did was wrong.
Alexander put out his cigarette in the glass ashtray that sat on his desk, then stood up and grabbed his leather jacket.
(Freya Taloka - Omega Werewolf, Pack Maccon.)
Freya was thrown to the ground by a large man whose body was covered in tattoos. He was a djinn; a creature that feeds on human blood and can poison their victims with a single touch. Their poison causes reality-altering hallucinations, making people believe that they have the ability to grant wishes. Their poison can also paralyse and kill, depending on whether the djinn wishes to feed on the victim or not.
Freya turned to face the djinn. He reached down and grabbed her by the throat. The tattoos spread down his arm, towards her neck, and his eyes lit up. She struggled, but she couldn't escape his grasp.
He lifted her up, the poison spreading throughout her body. She started to shake, she was barely able to keep herself awake. She let out a slight scream, before biting down on the djinn's hand. It knocked her onto the cold concrete and kicked at her, angrily. She crawled as far away as she could and forced herself to stand, using the alley wall for support. Then, she turned towards him, her body still weak from the poison. He bared his teeth, then turned away and hastily dissappeared into the shadows. It had probably decided to let her die slowly, since it couldn't feed from a werewolf - she wasn't worth the effort.
Freya let herself slide down the wall, until she was sitting on the floor, then she let out a quiet sigh of relief. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a needle, before injecting herself with a clear liquid; an antidote to the djinn's poison. She let it sink in, before she got up and made her way back to the bar.
Tate- Werewolf- Alpha second in command- Pack Arnou
Tate then socked the young boy across the face, he was hunched over and Tate kicked him in the stomach. "This is what you get for trespassing on MY feeding grounds" Tate growled, kicking the young beta once more. He loved the fun of pushing others around, especially weak werewolves. The beta laid in the dark alley, "T-This isn't your feeding ground" he coughed, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth. Tate had his hands in his pocket and stared at him coldly, he was done wasting his time with this low life scum. " Well.. too bad then" Tate scoffed, his eyes glowed a bright red, fangs poked out of the corners of his mouth, and sideburns grew out of the side of his face. The beta was breathing quickly, staring into the alphas eyes. Tate flicked his hand and his claws appeared. "Time to put you out of your misery" he said softly, and struck his claws into the betas chest and swiftly pulled them out. Then retracted his claws, and turned back to normal. "I'll let the other low life's pick your bones" Tate said to the corpse and walked off, disappearing around the corner.
Damian smiled as he took a sip of his favorite cup of coffee at his favorite coffee shop. It was the perfect temperature and black. He looked down at his book and then around, seeing other customers. Two of his peers from school at other table, chatting away, an elderly lady by herself drinking an espresso, a business man looking guy tapping away on a laptop with a water glass by his side. Then a girl his age, working on schoolwork, he felt like a creeper for staring at her, but she caught his eye and found her cute. He never actually had a girlfriend since he was quiet and didn't socialize much, Damian just preferred to keep things to himself. He then looked away and went back to his book. Damian liked this time of the day when it wasn't so packed, so he could read his book without being distracted by a larger number of customers. He had his satchel around his neck, usually full of school stuff and a bit heavy. He was enrolled in the nearby university, last year and has been a bit busy with school. So Damian usually hung around at this coffee shop by himself and rarely at his apartment. He checked his phone for the time, he had to go home and finish his schoolwork, and started to put away his book and got out of his seat. Damian grasped his coffee and walked out of the shop. It was pouring hard outside, he pulled over his hoodie and just started walking to his college dorm that wasn't too far away from the shop.
Judith - Alpha - Pack Maccon
Judith was at a small bar, drinking her life away, she wasn't a heavy drinker, but she got carried away this time. She still wanted to live her young life to the fullest. Even if she was an alpha of a pack, she didn't want it to be a boring, like Arnou and Conall, she wanted her to be a family almost. A man then walked up to her, " Hey beauty, let me buy you a drink" he said, his breath smelled of liquor and attempted to grab her hand delicately. Judith still had consciousness even though she was a bit drunk, but she quickly pulled away and threw what ever she still had in her glass in his face, slapped him and grabbed her coat and ran out. Judith growled under breath and saw that the man was furious, it all happened very quickly and was dumbfounded but tried to go after her, but Judith had ran off. She began walking down a side walk, seeing all the cars pass by. "Men" she said under her breath, finally speaking.
Caleb- Alpha- Pack Arnou
Caleb was in the woods, fully transformed, he was on a streak, killing any hunter trespassing on his land. He feasted now and then, but enjoyed the good hunt, they were his deer almost. After he cleared out whatever hunters trespassed, he transformed to is human self and was on a small cliff, over looking the city. He smirked devilishly and disappeared into the woods once again.