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genderxxxxx''x''x''xxx male
pack x''xxxx leader of nwp
age xxx eight, almost nine
pelt/eyes black/brown,amber

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emotionally withdrawn, tough,
practical, noble, quick-temper

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𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒄𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒐
𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌. 𝒉
𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘
𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅. 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔𝒆
𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆
𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒎, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅
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i. warren reid ii. goes by warren or war iii. heterosexual male iv. app
ears twenty three v. six foot two, hundred and seventy pounds, musc
ular lean form vi. damned son of zeus vii. awfully hot-headed and wi
ll likely bite your head off if you look at him wrong viii. doesn't like t
o talk about it ix. was cast out by his father because of bad deeds, w
ent straight to hell to see his uncle x. incredibly reserved and prefers
to keep to himself most of the time xi. has an explosive anger proble
m that never fails to get him into trouble xii. able to control black lig
htning and the shadows after being cast out of olympus, used to be a
good boy xiii. thoroughly enjoys being on the dark side xiv. very sad

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His green eyes narrowed, trying to take in every detail of every mortal (or not) who entered the hotel he was assigned too. This mission was botched in his opinion, but Hades insisted heavily that he accompany his two cousins on a murder spree. Not that he minded the killing, but something about the entire thing did not sit right with him. Hades might have been just as spiteful as his brother, who just happened to be his father. And to be honest, Warren was not overly fond of his two younger relatives, preferring to stay away from their stuck-up antics. At first, he was bothered and slightly bent out of shape they did not accept him into the depths of hell, but he soon got over that when he realized they were just Hades’ little workers. And that he was not.

Warren was perched on the highest balcony of the hotel, the penthouse to be specific, as he would not accept any less in this dreaded situation. At least he would be comfortable while the mission was carried out. He solidly refused to stay in the same hotel as his cousins, preferring to stay close to those he was supposed to be hunting. If he was being honest, he could really care less about the objective but if it made his Uncle simmer down, he would do what he had too. His calloused hands gripped the railing as he cast his eyes on the rest of the city, pursing his lips in thought. Earth. The surface. Most of his memories from this place were tainted, nothing ever good came from humans, he believed. This was the first place he landed when his father cast him out of Olympus and for that sole reason, he harbored immense hatred for humanity. Warren palmed the balcony until his knuckles turned a soft white, his anger seeping through his skin at the mere thought of the doomed race. His tailored blacked out suit fit to his lean form perfectly, as it soon for the price he paid. The collar of the black undershirt was peeled open, leaving room for air to filter into his torso, otherwise he would overheat, and it would not be a pretty sight. Letting out a drawn-out sigh, he turned on his heel and trudged back into the room with an exasperated expression on his features. He eyed the expensive bottle of wine that was skillfully placed on folded towels on the end of the massive king-sized bed. Drinking probably was not a good idea but he had always been a fan of the bad ones. He grasped the neck of the champagne bringing the cork up to his mouth, gracefully pulling it free from his place. The carbonation bubbled out of the top of the glass bottle, running over the side on onto his hands and mouth as he tipped the top to his lips, taking a few large gulps.

The empty bottle rested on the carpet at the food of the couch in the neighboring room, cast aside after he finished it in record time. Warren lounged on the uncomfortable matching side chair; his leg propped up over the arm rest as he browsed through the weekly newspaper. His thumb brushed his lower lip in concentration as he scanned the black and white pages for anything remotely interesting. Finding nothing, he tossed the paper onto the ground and got to his feet in one fluid movement, slipping his wallet and phone into his pocket as he sauntered out of the stuffy penthouse. Warren tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the elevator to reach his floor. It dinged sharply against the silence making him jump slightly as it yanked him from his inner thoughts.

The doors slid open to reveal three other young adults seemingly stuck in an awkward conversation. His expression remained flat as he internally debated whether to get into the elevator with the humans. Sucking in a deep audible breath, he hunched his shoulders and pushed his way into the compact elevator, deciding we would whether ride with them then wait for it to come back up. His eyes flickered to each of them, the blonde shorter female seemed to be at the most ease with herself as she was the one talking when the doors opened. The magic that was wafting in the air of the small space almost choked him as the doors slid closed. Ahh, he thought. These are not humans at all. A small smirk peaked at the left side of his mouth as he shifted on his feet. He was standing in the middle of all three, his aura radiating pure, raw power. Warren folded his muscular arms across his chest and rolled his head on his shoulders stretching his neck.

“So, who here has plans for later. I heard the bar downstairs serves the strongest liquor.”

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he grew up with nothing except the gang, he was in a orphanage for boys
when he was taken in by the group. and he's been apart of it since he wa
s fourteen years old. he's a devastatingly good shot with a rifle, and any
other gun. there's a war raging with in him between the act of doing good
vs. the act of doing bad, believes nothing could help him save his soul, hat
es to see animals harmed and will kill someone over a dog, has a soft spot
for children and somehow they generally gravitate towards him, warren is
extremely loyal and it's hard for him to believe someone that he put his fa
ith into has done something wrong, he mainly relies on instinct or orders.
does what needs to be done, even if it's the wrong thing to do.

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𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒: wyatt james
𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑠: wyatt mostly, sometimes james
𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟: male
𝑎𝑔𝑒: twenty-six years old
𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑: medium bulk, muscular
𝘩𝑎𝑖𝑟/𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠: sandy brown / green
𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒: the dead-eye
𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦: heterosexual
𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑒: cochise, 4 yr old mustang

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Black hooves pounded the earth, throwing up loose dirt and debris as they twisted and turned through the tight-knit spruce trees. Wyatt was on his way back from the mission he was sent on alone by Remington, which he vastly preferred because it allowed him to get the job done quicker. He delivered a couple boxes of ammo up to the Native American reservation west of the camp, running into quite some trouble when he arrived. The Army had violated their treaty and ransacked part of the homestead, taking all their guns and ammo so they could not hunt, and they had been there when he arrived. He had insisted that he was a traveler passing through, but his story was not as foolproof as he would have liked it to have been. But everything had worked out and he had left a couple of his own rifles and the two boxes of ammo he was originally delivering, heading home soon after. He had been gone a couple weeks, time enough for the gang to move the camp again, so he had not been surprised when he arrived, and everything was gone.

He had found the trail of the wagons a few yards away from the old camp, following them to the West until he lost them again in the hard lime-rock that led towards a wooded area on the other side of a small grassy plain. He racked his mind, thinking about which way they could have went, his thoughts suggesting that they probably headed a little South towards the only water source for a hundred miles. That was his best bet. It had taken him another four days to find the trail again, headed towards a lake that was barely marked on any map. The tracks were older now, but still he was able to follow them into a densely packed forest with only one wagon trail that was overgrown. He knew he was getting closer now, they could not have moved on very much further than this with the amount of stuff they hauled.

Wyatt slowed his mustang down to a trot as he surveyed his surroundings, the horse’s ears swiveled with every small movement of the brush around them. He wiped the sweat that was beading on his forehead off with the back of his hand, smearing the mixture of perspiration and dirt across his skin. His hand adjusted the dark brown wide-brimmed hat on top of his head, letting the cool morning air sweep across his soaking hairline. As he got deeper into the woods, the trees started to sparse out, becoming thinner the more he pushed forward. His eyes scanned the ground and caught sight of fresh horse tracks, thinking he just missed a rider as they passed through the same path he was on. Wyatt nodded his head lightly to himself before he urged Cochise to keep going forward.

The sounds of the morning routine in camp brought a tight-lipped grin to his face as he directed the buckskin towards the other horses that were standing off to the side of the tents. It was a incredibly nice spot compared to the last one, plus this one had the lake only a few good feet away, and if he ever needed something right now, it would be a bath. He slid off the side of his saddle with a resounding thud of his boots as they hit the ground. He gave a greeting nod to Shannon and Ben who were near the makeshift stables. “Mornin’ boys.”

Without another word, he dismissed himself with a short nod and a smile that did not touch his lips. He gave Cochise a reassuring pat before he ducked under his neck and headed towards the middle of camp. He must have just missed the morning duties, called out by Clarissa as everyone was headed off to do what they were told. “Ladies.” He murmured to Kat, Elizabeth, and Clarissa as he passed by them, stopping besides the infamous new leader of their gang. The death of Clayton had hit him hard, but he remained stone-faced through the whole ordeal to protect the gang. “I have some news from the reservation.”

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001. ophelia devroux 002. female 003. bisexual 004. daughter of gaia
005. appears twenty, has been around since the creation of the titans
006. her mom sent her to help zeus retrieve the new demi-gods, want
s to help save them because she believes they're innocent 007. close r
elationship with her mother, no dad, she was created from the earth
008. compassionate, clear-headed, benevolent, elegant, forgiving, kind,
patient, resourceful, self-reliant, understanding, intelligent
009. calculating, assertive, blunt, destructive, high-handed, indulgent,
opinionated, reactionary, secretive, well-meaning

𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 xxxxx𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑝xxxxx 𝑎 xxxxx𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑙 xxxxx𝑤𝘩𝑜 xxxxx𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠xxxxx 𝑖𝑛 xxxxx𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒

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powers and abilities:
earth manipulation - earth attacks, earth detect
ion, earth generation, earth solidification, geo-t
elekinesis, geokinetic flight, geokinetic surfing, t
ectonic plate manipulation,terrakinetic construct
telepathy - communication of thoughts or ideas b
y means other than the known senses
accelerated healing, all-speak

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Ali 'Ah-lee" Amrani // Heir to the Amrani // Bisexual Male // Twenty-Four
Whilst,xhe was born into the life and he just happened to be born for the
life. Ali is the oldest and prize possession of his father, gold in the eyes of
his mother before she died. xx'Has an incredibly hard time being the good
guy, doesn't see the point since he was thrown into the life. xx''Enjoy's the
party lifestyle xx- fast women and fast cars - x'but is also important to the
business side of the family, xxx''having one of the sharpest minds in the his
tory of the family. xxxx''In a constant battle of good vs bad inside his mind,
takes quite a toll on him. xxxDoesn't believe in love, his heart was already
broken from the death of his beloved mother. xxxAli will rein hell down on
anyone who decides it would be a good idea to hurt his family.xx' Basically
a gentleman with one hell of a wild-side, x'not afraid to show ruthlessness.

𝑡𝘩𝑒 xxx 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 xxx 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘xxx 𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑒xxx 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡'𝑠xxx 𝑖𝑛 xxx𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒xxx 𝑜𝑓xxx 𝑚𝑦xxx 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙

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xxBrilliant, Charismatic, Contemplative, Deep, Dignified,
xxHardworking, Individualistic,xxx' Insightful, Intelligent,
xxLoyal, Persuasive, Protective, Realistic, ''Sophisticated,
xxAggressive, Ambitious, xxxxx''Competitive, Dominating,
xxImpressionable, xx''Private, Reserved, Smooth, Solitary,
xxUnpredicatable, Calculating, Cold, x'Destructive, Grim,
xxEgocentric, Greedy, xxx''Haughty, Impatient, Indulgent,
xxIntolerant, Malicious, Obsessive,xx' Opinionated, Rigid,
xxSelf-indulgent, Strongwilled, Superstitious, Transparent

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