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[ [I dun know if I wanna make Nick a canine or a feline...your pick, deffs(: ]]

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|| Done! Finally! WOO!
My form is on the top of page three.
Deffs, I hope you don't mind, but I was MUCH to lazy to write a ton about Liam's relationship and stuff, so I didn't.... Is that alright? D: ||

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{{ @pie; umm... canine c; were lacking those, surprisingly.

@shazinga; after looking through your posts, you don't look as literate as i prefer. if you want to prove me wrong, shoot me a couple of your role play examples.

@beamz; accepted of course! i'll add your charries when i get home. as for not filling it in, thats totally cool, bro c: }}

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[[alrighty, added his shifted form image ;3]]

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{ ηαмє } ~ Her name is Hanna Marie Brooks, but people usually call her Hanna. Just call her Hanna, please. Not Elisabeth, or Liz, or Lizzi, or Brooks, or Hannie or anything else dumb you might come up with. She really isn't not one for nicknames, unless she's close enough to you that she gives you a nickname first. Also, you should know, people tend to call her the "Ice Queen" behind her back. She's not deaf, you do know that right? I guess that stems from her having such a hard time with "letting loose." She can be outgoing, yeah, but she doesn't do crazy, stupid stuff. Deal with it.

Anyways, her first name, Hanna, comes from the place where her parents first met. A small coffee shop, you guessed it, called Hanna's. She doesn't know why they decided to name her Hanna, don't ask, maybe it's because they were actually in love. Or maybe they wanted a reminder of when times were good, carefree, and they had lives outside of their jobs. They still go there, but they've never bothered to take her with them, and she's never bothered to ask.

Hanna's middle name, Elisabeth, is her great-great-great-great grandmother's name, on her father's side. She suposes they couldn't really use her mother's name for her middle name, because Hanna Anabel doesn't sound all that great. They had to have the perfect middle name for their daughter, anything less would never be considered. She's just glad she didn't end up with a middle name like Ester or Mathilda. That would have sucked.

Her last name, Brooks, obviously comes from her father's side. She really doesn't know if she has all that much to say about it, only because last names are inherited, not chosen, like a first or middle name. I guess you might be able to choose what last name you wanted if you went in to get your real last name changed. I'm not sure if that is legal or not. Hm. Anyways, the Brooks name was kept alive through many generations of sons.

{ αgє } ~ 18, obviously. Hanna didn't really do much for her 18th birthday, after all, when both of your parents are dead, and you live with your great Aunt, you have no siblings, and many of your "friends" aren't really friends at all, you don't have much to celebrate. Turning 18 meant two things to Hanna - she could get the hell out of this awful place, and she would recieve the money that her parents had left behind for her when she died. But because she still lives with her Great Aunt [her parents, in their will, insisted that she live with her Great Aunt Magdeline until the old lady finally passed away. So, still struggling to get through her senior year without having a meltdown. She only recently turned 18, early on in her Senior Year, which is why she is still in Highschool.

Anyways, her birthday was quite a laid back affair, she made herself one beautiful, awesome, cupcake and ate it at midnight, alone in the dark kitchen, before climbing up the stairs and crawling into bed. Her Great Aunt never mentioned the fact that it was Hanna's birthday, so Hanna believes that her Great Aunt doesn't remember her birthday anymore, which would make sense, because she is almost 90, and living longer than your Daughter can be quite a detrimental experience.

{ gєη∂єя } ~ Hanna is obviously a girl. I don't know why you wouldn't be able to tell, everything about her screams girl. Ya' know, the fancy clothes, the long hair, the shape of her face, the classy taste, the delicate features. Yes, Hanna is indeed a girl. She is an only child, and in fact, quite enjoys being a girl, excpet for the fact that the other girls tend not to like her.

{ ƒαмιℓу } ~ As aforementioned, Hanna was the only daughter of Thomas L. Brooks and Anabel Marie Cheney, who met by chance in a small coffee shop called Hanna's. Hanna's father was on his way to becoming a renowned surgeon, and her mother a prominent lawyer. Neither had time for a child, let alone each other, although they somehow managed to make the marriage work. They were hardly ever around for Hanna. When she was fifteen, both of her parents were killed in an awful house fire. She happened to be out that night, with her boyfriend [who is now her ex], and they, but some chance, both happened to be at home. The police suspected that it was arson, but they never did figure out who burnt the house down. After that, Hanna was sent to live with her closest relative, her Grandmother's sister on her mothers side, her Great Aunt Magdeline. Cousins of Hanna's have also floated in and out of that house, but Hanna never really has grown close to any of them, and they usually get their act together and move out on their own or back in with their closer family.

{ ρнуѕιcαℓ ∂єѕcяιρтιση } ~ Hanna is a pretty petite, delicate looking girl, but she is tougher than she may look. She has long, wavy dark-brown hair that falls to the middle of my ribcage. It's a lot of work, and she tries not to brush it unless it's wet, only because attempting to brush it while it's dry results in a very, very unflattering mess. She has brown eyes, some like to argue dark, while others argue light brown, so she usually just calls them brown, and a few freckles here and there, although they are hard to see unless you get really close to her. Thick dark lashes frame her eyes, she doesn't really need to use mascara. She has what some people would call cream-and-roses skin. In a nutshell you could say that she's the envy of every self-conscious girl out there.

Anyways, she may be all delicate looking, but she can pack a punch... well... not literally, Hanna wouldn't every dream of punching someone. How unladylike... no, I mean that she is very athletic and extremely competitive. I guess that comes from parents who are constantly pushing their only child to be her very best... all the time. Tennis and volleyball are her sports, although she's always up for a challenge and willing to try others. Because of this, Hanna is lean and fast on her feet, how can she not be?

The next thing I should probably mention is the fact that Hanna has thin wrists, and long slender fingers, perfect for playing the piano, another thing that her parents pushed early on. She took lessons for years, and when they discovered that they didn't have the time to pay for piano lessons they hired a private instructor to come and teach her, so she wouldn't have to leave the house and they could leave for work. Kinda dumb right? Yeah, I know.

{ ρєяѕσηαℓιту } ~ Hanna is a girl that could be described as having a double personality, perhaps stemming from the fact that her parents constantly expected her to be perfect, but now that they have passed she is able to be more herself, although that old perfectionist they created does come out every once and a while. Hanna can be quiet and extremely shy when it comes to meeting new people, or even talking or hanging out with people she already knows. It really just depends on her mood and whether or not they know about her family and her past. Because of the fact that both of her parents died in a fire when she wasn't home, some people have taken to spreading the rumor that she plotted to kill them, which is absolutely ridicioulus. She is cool, calm, and extremely intuitive and thoughtful.

But on the other hand, Hanna has a wild side, one that often came out when she was away from her parents and around people she thought she could trust. She became a bit of a defiant unruly child. She isn't afraid to speak her mind, or get into a little trouble, although people rarely see this side of her any more, mostly due to the fact that since her parents are dead, she is no longer under the extxreme pressures to be perfect. But it is still there, often seen in her stubbornness and her sense of perfectionism.

Many people view Hanna as a snob, although she really isn't. They judge her based on the clothes she wears and the fact that her parents were both extremely wealthy, meaning that she will one day inherit that wealth. They also tend to be extremely jealous of her, which is something she has grown used to. Because of this, she has a hard time trusting anyone, even if they are being truly thoughtful and caring. Hanna also has a hard time opening up to people she doesn't know well, because over time, she has grown sick and tired of people judging her.

{ ℓιкєѕ } ~ ☑ Hanna enjoys running, and usually runs every morning.
☑ Healthy food, particularly fruits and veggies.
☑ She has a particular fondness for birds, especially sparrows or smaller birds.
☑ Tennis, Volleyball and occasionally swimming.
☑ She does enjoy watching hockey games.
☑ Her favorite seasons are Winter and Spring.
☑ She likes to listen to the sound of the rain when it storms.
☑ Hanna enjoys reading, her favorite book being a Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens.
☑ She honestly doesn't mind being alone.
☑ Climbing trees.
☑ Driving nowhere.
☑ Aside from the gossip, she doesn't really mind school.

{ ∂ιѕℓιкєѕ } ~ ✘ She is incredibly afraid of fires, and anything pertaining to them, ex. fireplaces, campfires.
✘ Gossip and rumors - and the people who spread them.
✘ Ironically, she doesn't care for cats. Most definately not a cat person.
✘ Her least favorite season is the fall.
✘ Unhealthy things, ex. McDonalds.
✘ Having nothing to wear.
✘ Tasteless people.
✘ Clingy people.
✘Singing - at least, her own singing anyways.
✘Lies and liars.
✘Getting bad grades.
✘People who constantly start fights and cause drama.

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cαιη ανєяу мιcнαєℓѕ

[ ηαмє ] - As you may have noticed, Cain isn't that usual of a name. His parents had a tough time thinking of a name for their first child, and were about to use Avery for his first name when an elderly neighbor suggested the name Cain. At first, his parents weren't sure whether or not they liked it, because at first, they'd tried to avoid choosing a name that was out of the ordinary. But the more they said it, the more they thought about it, the more they liked it.

Anyways, his middle name, Avery, was actually the name that his parents chose for a first name, that is, until the elderly woman suggested Cain. Upon deciding that they liked the name Cain, they made up their minds that "Avery" would be his middle name. The name Avery actually stemmed from Cain's great, great, grandfather, whose first name was Avery. He then passed it down to his son, who, in turn passed it down to his son, Cain's grandfather. But Cain's grandfather didn't pass the name on to his own son, deciding upon Adam instead. Which is all kind of ironic, only because in the Bible, Cain was Adam's first son. As far as Cain's last name goes, it has just been passed down from generation to generation, kept alive by the many sons that were born to each Michaels woman.

[ αgє ] - Cain was born eighteen years ago in the snowy month of December. Up until now, he has quite enjoyed being eighteen, finding that his dad has given him more free will, and has let him get away with more stuff, although that could only be because his dad isn't sober most of the time.

[ gєη∂єя ] - Do you really need to ask this? I mean, are you blind? Unable to open your eyes to the fact that, yes, boys do inhabit the earth and not everyone is a girl or a cross-dresser? Cain is most definitely a guy. He's about as far from a girl as a person can get. He loathes the color pink and finds hair ribbons and nail-polish ridiculously frivolous. He may have a little sister, and may be forced to care for her and entertain her at times, and yes, he has played "tea-party" with her, although he would positively die if anyone ever found out about that, he prefers to spend his time doing more masculine things, such as fixing cars and building stuff. Huuh. Guy stuff. Things he likes to do, therefore justifying the fact that Cain is indeed a male.

[ ƒαмιℓу ] - text here.

[ ρнуѕιcαℓ ∂єѕcяιρтιση ] - When he was a young boy his mother always kept his dark, chocolate brown hair cropped close to his head, too long to be considered a buzz-cut but short enough to not be considered a "flop of unruly hair," as she always used to say, scissors in hand. "I won't have any child of mine running around with a flop of unruly hair, looking like a ragamuffin," she snap whenever Cain would protest, for he quite liked having his hair a bit longer. But after his mother passed, Cain has started to let his hair grow longer, although he usually keeps it spiked up with gel, instead of letting it fall into his eyes.

There is something extraordinary about Cain's eyes. They are actually a very dark blue, but people tend to see them as many different colors, depending on lighting and whatever he may be looking at. For example, if he is looking at a piece of gray cloth, in the right light, his eyes will look more gray-ish blue than dark blue. In many ways, Cain's eyes are his most captivating feature, often drawing people in for a closer look. If you asked Cain what he liked best about himself, he would reply that he has always loved his eyes. His father had deep, chocolate brown eyes, while his mother's were a pale, almost faded blue color.

Cain's height is one of the first things that people notice about him. With tall parents, and tall grandparents, the factor of height certainly runs through his bloodlines. His mother was 5"8 and his father is 6"4, making Cain six feet and one inch tall. Cain weighs 167lbs, a pretty average weight for a 17 year old boy, if you ask me. Compared to some of his more bulkier, stockier friends, Cain is quite lean. And his weight isn't from fat, oh no, much of his weight is muscle, which has built up over the years of manual labor.

Cain has never really had an interest in spoiling his good looks - or inducing the extreme anger of his parents - with tattoos or piercings. He never really thought much about anything like that since he knew that his parents hated them. Besides, things like that cost money, and he was always taught to put your needs before your wants, a rule that he has lived by for most of his life. If other people have them, then cool, nothing against them, but he hasn't ever really gotten into it.

[ ρєяѕσηαℓιту ] - Cain is one boy that certainly isn't afraid to hurt others' feelings. He really doesn't care what other people may think of him, unless they are imortant to him or people he loves. Because of this, he is quite the daring guy. He's willing to do things that a more shy person normally wouldn't think of doing. He is most certainly willing to take risks, although he doesn't always think about the consequences beforehand.
Cain is extremely compassionate about things that matter to him, the most obvious being his family, friends, and activities outside of work. But recently, a new one has been added. He has become compassionate about staying alive. This young man pours his heart and soul into the things he does, giving him the extra resoultion he might need to pull through an awful event, like his mother's death. All the bad things that have happened in his life have certainly made him a more compassionate person. He isn't some stone-cold guy who doesn't care about anyone. Cain actually has a heart, and sometimes that gets him into trouble. He is known for being overly compassionate, which often leads into his temper. But it can be a good thing too. He is capable of feeling emotions for someone, feeling pity and sorrow, but he it means he is also capable of showing mercy.
One thing is for sure. Cain is a fighter. You taunt him, insult him or make him angry in any way, and you will know it. He's somewhat famous for his temper, and his father actually had to keep him home from work for a couple of days because he was so angry about something another guy said about his mother after she'd recently passed away. His temper often blinds him, makes him "mad" so to speak, which can be a bit of a bad thing. Either way, it is an important part of his personality, one that is easier to provoke than the other traits he has. But over the years, he has learned to control it, to hide his emotions, with is both intuitive and cunning. Cain may be easy to anger, but it takes a lot for him to actually want to fight someone.
Cain is intelligent and witty, sarcastic and funny. You may not realize it when you look at him, I mean, you know the saying, "All brawn and no brains," but in this case that old phrase does not apply to this young man. He was one kid that never really minded going to school, one that tried to stay out of trouble, although with his temper that was sometimes difficult. He enjoys learning, and learns quickly, putting 110% into learning something new if he finds it useful.

[ℓιкєѕ ] - ☑ The forest.
☑ Being a wolf.
☑ He does, admittedly, have a taste for alcoholic beverages, although he rarely gets drunk on them.
☑ Summer and Winter break.
☑ Storms, particularly lightning.
☑ The cold.
☑ Meat. Lottsss of meat.
☑ Video games.
☑ Salty snacks and unhealthy foods.
☑ Fights. He likes fights and drama.
☑ Sleeping in. He loves to sleep.
☑ Sports - particularly baseball and swimming.

[ ∂ιѕℓιкєѕ ] - ✘ Cats. He can't stand cats.
✘ Fleas. God awful things. Ticks too. Basically any bug that likes to leech on to a wolf.
✘ Wasting time.
✘ People who get drunk.
✘ People who don't like to have fun.
✘ People who aren't outgoing. He has a tough time with shy people.
✘ Fish. Hard to catch. And partially because cats love them.
✘ The heat.
✘ Hospitals. Because of his mom dying of cancer, he has a hard time being in a hospital without having flashbacks.
✘ School.
✘ Reading. Unless it is something that would be of later use, he finds it a waste of his time.
✘Things that have no purpose... like hair ribbons and rainbows.

❝тнe ιɴdιαɴ ѕυммer oғ lιғe ѕнoυld вe α lιттle ѕυɴɴy αɴd α lιттle ѕαd, lιĸe тнe ѕeαѕoɴ,
αɴd ιɴғιɴιтe ιɴ weαlтн αɴd ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴛᴏɴᴇ, вυт ɴever нυѕтled. ❞
~ нeɴry αdαмѕ

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{{@pie; ok. accepted.

@sky; sure thing buddy c: }}

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((thanks deffs c; meh. I really need to finish the rest of my brand new characters'(some not so new now) personalities and histories >_<))

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(Could you please reserve a male canine shifter and the name 'Nathan?' As well as a female feline shifter and the name 'McKay?' Thank you in advance,
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(Could you please reserve a male canine shifter and the name 'Nathan?' As well as a female feline shifter and the name 'McKay?' Thank you in advance,
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{{@ananymous; i'm sorry but if you cant even read the first post, you cannot join. perhaps another time. }}