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Like the original folk tale of Lil' Red, human-eating wolves do exist. In some versions, the granny-consuming part was removed, but the original states quite clearly that he did eat Grandma. Perhaps there are creatures that mimic this action. They seem to be half-wolf and half human. Of course, nobody's ever come to conclude that there are such beings. And that is why "werewolves" only remain in legends or romance novels. Maybe they are real, or maybe they're a figment of our creative minds.

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In the small town of Montclair, the legends become reality. Females, ages 17-21 disappear, right after they were sent in an errand off to the woods. Like the story says. Some make it back. Perhaps the big bad wolf spaired them, or perhaps fell in love. But the town of Montclair really is cursed and haunted.

The truth is, there are creatures similar to werewolves, or they are werewolves. But they certainly are big bad ones. Only males, they live in packs and hunt for human blood- together. If that is the case, how do some make it back alive? Well, since these beings are half human, they inherit "feelings" and "emotions". That means they must have fallen for their prey.

Well that is certainly forbidden in the pack. Some choose to follow their emotions, and try to escape their old life, and some just forget it and move on. Whatever way, falling in love is dangerous. It doesn't matter if it was Little Red that fell for him, or the Big Bad Wolf falling for her- either way, your dead or on the run for life.

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Ember - ιяιѕlуα
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"The story revolves around a girl called Little Red Riding Hood, after the red hooded cape/cloak (in Perrault's fairytale) or simple cap (in the Grimms' fairytale) she wears. The girl walks through the woods to deliver food to her sick grandmother.

A wolf wants to eat the girl but is afraid to do so in public. He approaches Little Red Riding Hood and she naïvely tells him where she is going. He suggests the girl pick some flowers, which she does. In the meantime, he goes to the grandmother's house and gains entry by pretending to be the girl. He swallows the grandmother whole, (In some stories, he locks her in the closet), and waits for the girl, disguised as the grandma.

When the girl arrives, she notices that her grandmother looks very strange. Little Red Riding Hood then says, "What a deep voice you have,""The better to greet you with," said the wolf."Goodness, what big eyes you have.", said the little girl."The better to see you with.", said the wolf. "And what big hands you have!" exclaimed Little Red Riding Hood, stepping over to the bed. "The better to hug you with," said the wolf. "What a big mouth you have," the little girl murmured in a weak voice. "The better to eat you with!" growled the wolf, and jumping out of bed, he swallowed her up too. Then, with a fat full tummy, he fell fast asleep......"


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So this selection is primarily for those who skimmed the plot. If you do not understand the rules about the genders, go and re-read the first post. Since there are limited slots, I hope you create bpcharacters of both gender. Unless you have special permission or have asked, you may not create only a girl. Creating a guy on the other hand only, is fine by me.

Posting... Yes, be literate. That's is the whole purpose of why I put it in the title. Literate means consistant lengthy posts, at least two paragraphs or more of solid work. If you have low muse or cannot write long, I will allow you to, but this is a privilege that each roleplayer may only see once a day. If you have already see it up, post a "wip".

Forms should resemble your writing skills and your character. Just like one's clothes can rp symbolize who you are. Be creative and use your own, though you may use someone else's with permission. If I notice you using someone else's form, I'll wait for you to complete it, then reject you simply.

Now, you may be curious as to why some roleplays only have one "complete" form. Those are roleplayers with special permission. For further details, message me.

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I would like to thank my of my friends and roleplay pals whom helped me much with this roleplay.
Both indefinite. & gїzмо. provided wonderful pictures and were very helpful. Pie, or abandoned. also was very supportive. Thank you all for reserving slots and joining. And all the pictures belong to their rightful owners.


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[ιяιѕlуα]

ƨтαтɛ ʏσuя dɛƨιɢиαтισи:

"Ember Kimberly Carlisle. My friends call me Ember or Em... at least I assume they would if I had any."

αиd ʏσuя ɢɛиdɛя:

"I'm actually of the female gender. It was a bit difficult to determine wasn't it?"

ʏσuя αɢɛ αƨ ωɛll:

"I happen to be nineteen, just rounding the corner on twenty. Is that old enough for you?"

dɛƨcяιвɛ ʏσuя ρɛяƨσиαlιтʏ:

Ember is a colorful character to say the least. Her personality is a whirlwind of facets, each glimmering as brightly as the one before it. When one first meets the girl, they should expect a cold shoulder and withdrawn personality. But this won't last long. After getting to know Em, one will come to find she is a very complicated being. She is a master of persuasion and excels at getting whatever it is she may want out of people. This isn't to say that she's unkind, quite the opposite. Miss Ember can be sweeter than cotton candy when it suits her, sweet enough to even give you a toothache. The difficult part of the scenario is deciding whether it's true kindness, or merely deceit.

When it comes to playing nice, Ember can be painstakingly caring, you can hear that satin voice running over you like honey and silk. She's quite the charmer, and can just about sweet talk anyone. But, one must be careful, for her powers of persuasion cut deep, and she can be a nasty little liar when she wants information. Just because it's a tad... well tricky, to tell if she's sincere, doesn't mean she can't be genuine. When she does truly love someone or care for them, it's plain to see that she means it. She's loyal and will stick up for them. But if you do happen to lose her trust, you will most likely never hold it again.

Hell hath no fury like that of Ember's wrath. And when Em is angry, it's not a pretty sight at all. Of course, she tends to keep her anger to a minimum, finding it easier to destroy her enemies with actions rather than words. When she does lose her temper though, it is quite a sight to behold. Her charming, withdrawn persona is left out to dry and she yells, insults, and sometimes throws a fist towards whomever she's angry at. And she says the things she knows will hurt them the most. For even while an angry tyrant, Ember is ever the strategist. If you want to take someone down, use what you know will hit home.

It isn't often that you see Ember hurt. Emotionally that is. You will most likely never see her break down in public. She keeps her mask of indifference up and locked onto her face. But once she's alone, she'll let the tears fall. She doesn't completely lose it, but... she cries. And to anyone that knows her, they'll know how big an event that is. Em doesn't like feeling weak, and in her mind, crying makes you weak. So she tries to suck it up and store all those emotions into a bottle that she can open later for other uses. But the emotional impact can take its toll on her.

If one were to describe Ember with one word, it is sure to be complicated. She is an intricate maze of emotions, and characteristics. One can expect her to be untrusting, and rather cynical upon first meeting her. She never lets messy emotional baggage affect her, and tends to keep her true feelings hidden until she's out of sight from prying eyes that would love to see her weak. But when she is genuinely sincere and kind to someone, it's plain to see that she cares for them greatly. She is loyal and trusting but once trust is broken, one won't being seeing it again any time soon.

αиʏ ƨтяɛиɢтнƨ:

"Flexibility counts doesn't it? I should hope it does, because I could be a contortionist... well maybe not a contortionist. I can climb I suppose? And I can run. I love to run.

αи αcнιllɛƨ нɛɛl σя тωσ:

"I'm a bit hard of hearing, though I don't care to admit it. My eyesight's also shot; at this rate I'll be blind by forty."

нαιя ƨтяικɛƨ ʏσu нσω:

"It strikes me with a vengeance, and doesn't like to cooperate." Ember's hair falls in blonde curls past her shoulders. On occasion she can get it to stay straight, but not often.

ωιиdσωƨ тσ тнɛ ƨσul:

Her eyes are a charcoal gray color, like that of ashes on dwindling embers.

αиʏтнιиɢ ραятιculαяlʏ ƨρɛcιαl:

No body modifications to be mentioned.

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ƨтαтɛ ʏσuя dɛƨιɢиαтισи:

"That would be Casper Anthony Calloway. Make any 'Casper the Friendly Ghost' jokes and you're dead meat."

αиd ʏσuя ɢɛиdɛя:

"I'm a guy, and you're just going to have to take my word for it."

ʏσuя αɢɛ αƨ ωɛll:

"Well if you need to put a number on it, I'm twenty-three. Yep, I'm an old fart aren't I?"

dɛƨcяιвɛ ʏσuя ρɛяƨσиαlιтʏ:

"Personality, personality... Well I suppose if you had to put a label on me using only one word, it might say goofball. Or cynical. Whichever strikes your fancy. I always appreciate a good laugh. Laughter is the song of the soul after all, and I've heard it extends your lifespan. Now that last statement might not exactly be true, but here's hoping! Because life wouldn't be life if we just walked around analyzing every situation. Sometimes you need to jump into something head on, without a thought as to what you're going to do when confronted with a situation. To put it briefly, life needs its moments of spontaneity.

Now back to that other label, cynical. I wouldn't call myself a pessimistic person, I'm just distrustful of the nature of people around me. As for sarcasm, I'm fluent. So I guess if you put those two labels together you'll find a whole new one to use. Bizarre. Now there's a word that describes me! I guess the whole 'big bad wolf' situation only adds to that. But nobody should think that just because I'm a goofball who likes a good laugh, that that means I actually care about people's... feelings. I'm definitely a big bad wolf, and the 'don't play with your food' lesson never stuck."

Casper is a goof, a nutjob, a wackado. Some say he's inappropriate. Others just say he's insane. He's the mad-hatter of this not-such-a-wonderland we all call reality. If given the chance to do something crazy, Casper will jump at it. He says the most inapt things at the most inopportune moments. He doesn't particularly think, or care for that matter, about others' wants or opinions. Casper is Casper, and he'll keep being himself despite anything one may say against him. However, just because he's a wacko, doesn't mean he's very friendly. Sure you'll meet a lot of pleasant crazies in your lifetime, but Casper is most definitely not one of them.

Casper would make a extraordinary puppet-master, because he already enjoys manipulating actual beings, whether they be human or otherwise. As he so eloquently stated, the 'don't play with your food' lesson never really clicked in his brain. He truly is a 'big bad wolf,' one that enjoys toying with his victims before their untimely deaths. This exploitation though, is not limited to prey. He enjoys manipulating and influencing his own kind, just so he may sit back and watch how a conflict unravels itself.

He does, however, have a heart. And with this, there also comes feelings. At times Casper can be very well-mannered, cordial even. It may also be possible to get a caring response out of him once in a while. But this side of Casper is seen once in a blue moon. Never has a human been on the receiving end of this. So he mostly sticks to his peculiar quirks and manipulations, letting feelings wither away in the back of his thoughts.

αиʏ ƨтяɛиɢтнƨ:

"A good level of pain tolerance is an asset anyone would like to have. I'd wager I could handle a fair amount of pain. I'm also fairly strong, for a man of 5'10" with only average muscle-tone. As for my eyesight, well I can see like an eagle."

αи αcнιllɛƨ нɛɛl σя тωσ:

"I'm quite slow, for a wolf that is. Or a human for that matter. I'm also directionally challenged, so never ask me for directions. Lastly, I'm so uncoordinated I should be labeled as a danger to society."

нαιя ƨтяικɛƨ ʏσu нσω:

"Hair is very protective against the cold, if you must know." Casper's hair is either dark blonde or brown depending on the light. It leans more on the long side and is generally a messy mop of tangles, or flopped atop his head in an uncaring fashion.

ωιиdσωƨ тσ тнɛ ƨσul:

His eyes are a light gray-green color, like fog covering a freshly fallen leaf.

αиʏтнιиɢ ραятιculαяlʏ ƨρɛcιαl:

"Aside from the fact that I'm a man-eating wolf I really don't think there's anything special about me.

© photos belong to all respective owners
© characters personalities belong to myself and are of my own creation (I would appreciate if their personalities were not stolen, thank you)

[ Eh... both of their personalities could use some work, but I'm just so tired it will have to wait until I'm awake! ]

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{ may I reserve a little red and a wolf as well? C: }

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Allison {Ally} Finding 2 more pictures

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let's get to the
basics of you

My name is Allison Rae Walker. According to Urban Dictionary, Allison means "a gorgeous girl who doesn't know how beautiful she is. She's shy, but once you get to know her, you'll be glad you did." Yea...I'll go with some of that. I am definitely a shy girl and I'm easily intimidated with everyone and anyone, especially when I've never spoken to them before in my lifetime. Anyways, enough with that...I hate talking about myself. Oh, I'm a girl, apparently. Surprised you weren't able to tell. Ah...I'm eighteen years old. My birthday is September 5th..so..yea. I believe that's it...oh? My birthplace? Um...Columbus, Ohio. Happy? Oh, you can call me Ally if you wish.

the description of
you is interesting

You want a description of me? Er...okay. I've never been good at this stuff, but here it goes. I think I'm rather plain and average, nothing special. I have grey-blue eyes and a sort of pale skin tone that can easily get tanned or sunburned, depending on how long I'm stuck out in the sun. I am five feet and four inches tall and I'm a bit underweight for my height. Around 110 or something like that. I consider myself to be a bit...on the short side. I have no piercings...well I used to have some ear piercings, until I decided to stop wearing earrings. Er...I have blonde hair. See? I told you I'm not great at this stuff.

do you actually
love someone?

My family life? Isn't this supposed to be personal? I don't want to tell you about my life at home. What? I have to. Fine..it's nothing all that special. I live with my mom, who's a teacher, and my dad, who's a businessman. Supposedly, he has missed the first three to four years of my life because he was always sent on trips around the world. Both my parents are...well I guess you could say they're strict. They can be really protective and sometimes a bit...doting, if you know what I mean? No? Okay...let's see how I can explain this. My parents are protective and they are strict and they can seem scary when you come over...but honestly they're really nice. They seem to like calling me "sweetie" and "sweetheart" which is...kinda embarrassing now when I have classmates over. All I can ask is for them not to do it in front of them. We're not that rich...middle-class. Its not bad, really. We still get all the latest stuff. My parents want me to be a doctor, whereas I want to be a veterinarian and a writer. Oh well. I'll settle for a doctor and a writer. Well...that's about it.

I am heterosexual, meaning I'm straight and I like guys. I have no crush and even if I did, I would never have the courage to tell them or ask them out. I have told someone that I liked them once...er...my friend kinda forced me to...and yea. Never again. So...that pretty much means I'm single, yes? I really don't know what I look for in a guy. I guess he should be sweet and funny. I don't know. My friend, Matthew, keeps telling me a I need to "open up and experiment more" but...my parents are a bit...strict. I think they would scare a guy off before the relationship got started...yup. That's them, but I love them.

my personal
belongings

Is this really all that important? Why do you need to know this stuff? Sigh. I have no choice. I know. I can never say "no" to anything anyways. Anyways...I do own a car. It's a Honda Accord that was passed down from one of my parents, while they got a brand new Lexus. I own a violin, and yes, I can play it. I've been having lessons for as long as I can remember. I honestly enjoy playing it. No one will ever hear me play it, except for at concerts...but then again, no one from school eve attends those unless they're family or close friends. I do have a pet. My baby girl, Heaven. She's a pug, to be more specific, a teacup pug, so she's pretty small. Love her. She makes my day when I get home. She's just a year old and she's full of energy. Cell phone? Well...I finally upgraded from my slide-up to a touchscreen. I have a Samsung Galaxy. That's about it...oh. I own tons of books. I read every chance I get...or write.

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let's get to the
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"Hey, there. What's that? You wanna know a little about me? Why, I'd be delighted!" Name? Elias Omen Tausche. If you wanted to look it up on Urban Dictionary, he would agree with the first three definitions, which basically say he's the best looking man to have ever lived in the whole universe. Yea, he can be a bit conceited. But, if you wanted an actual origin and defintion, his name is from Hebrew origin and has a sort of religious meaning to it. As for his middle name, it's nothing special. His parents just thought that it flowed together and left it at Omen. There are people that call him by his middle name, while others like calling him by his first name. He doesn't care. Whichever floats your boat. Elias is eighteen years old and was born in April on the 9th in Cincinatti, Tennessee. And, if you haven't figured it out by now, Elias is, indeed, a male.

the description of
you is interesting

this is all about your character's overall description. meaning eye color, skin tone, height, weight etc. etc. etc.

do you actually
love someone?

this is for your character's family life.

this is for you character's love life i.e: sexuality, crush, and boyfriend/girlfriend part.

my personal
belongings

add some more random stuff that they own. pets, cars, phones, books etc etc etc.

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