Dαяк σƒ Nιgнт (Open and Accepting)

[SnowFiery]

Ooc: kk thank you. And shut up I love I Am Me, Chachi is my favorite

[Panik]

Uѕєяηαмє:
Marshall_Lee
Fυℓℓ Nαмє:
Carson Jay Archer
Nι¢кηαмєѕ:
Car
Agє:
Eighteen
Gєη∂єя:
Male
Sρє¢ιєѕ:
Werewolf
Rαηк:
Fighter
Oтнєя:
Carson was turned before his birthday, but only because he was told his birthday was in September, not April.



Pєяѕσηαℓιту:
Carson is a overly active guy who like everyone else, has problems. But theres one thing about him, you'll never see him with out his board. He has a few, and they are his life. He may get into trouble, mostly because of skating, but he'll swear it wasnt his fault. He likes being with others, even with said person doesn't want him around. Annoying people is what he does best. Sometimes he finds himself looking out into space, daydreaming about nothing. Carson his lost without his board, and can get emotional in a bad way when without it. Only when its intentional is he alright with it not near him. Car is just some one you should meet, love him hate him, try to get to know him.

Hιѕтσяу:
Carson lives with his Grandfather when his parents decided to fallow their dream of helping others in their war countries. Before that, he recently found out who he though were his parent were actually his uncle and aunt, and his real mom and dad dies when he was one, and left him to them with out a birth certificate. He turned five months before his supposed birthday, which lead him to find out the truth about his past. Templin Pack found him a year after he changed.
Lιкєѕ:
His skateboards and skateboarding the best. He likes sweets, and cute things, cold weather, watching horror movies, doing nothing, laughing, and being himself.
Dιѕℓιкєѕ:
Annoying people, the heat, violence, being treated unfairly, extremely loud noises, bitter tasting food
Oтнєя:
Carson's parents took him in after his real parents died, he lived with his aunt and uncle who he thought were his parents, they weren't.


Hαιя Cσℓσя:
Brown
Eує Cσℓσя:
Hazle/Brown
Hєιgнт:
5'9
Wєιgнт:
148
Tαттσσѕ:
Tribal tattoo on his back and arm.
Pιєя¢ιηgѕ:
His ears have a hole in each, and he has a lip ring on his bottom left side.
Oνєя-Aℓℓ:
Carson has somewhat long hair, which is brown along with his eyes; his hair somewhat covers his eyes. He is normal when it comes to height and weight, but on his face he has a piercing hoop on his lip which is on his bottom left side.His tattoo goes from his back to his arm.




Oяιєηтαтιση:
Love has no gender to him.
Wнαт Tσ Lσσк Fσя:
Someone he can rely on, laugh with, makes hi want to be with him, and just someone in general.
Cяυѕн:
None
Bσуƒяιєη∂/Gιяℓƒяιєη∂:
None
Oтнєя:
None

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Uѕєяηαмє:
Marshall_Lee
Fυℓℓ Nαмє:
Evan Mark Morris
Nι¢кηαмєѕ:
Evan
Agє:
Seventeen
Gєη∂єя:
Male
Sρє¢ιєѕ:
Vampire
Rαηк:
Hunter
Oтнєя:
He's a vampire...



Pєяѕσηαℓιту:
Evan likes to help others, it makes him feel more human then rather what he is. Innocent creatures touch his heart, and he has a soft spot for them. When it comes to people, he is careless and outgoing, wanting nothing more then to be their friend; not enemy. The way he sees thing, avoid confutation, avoid getting hurt, messing up, and making a fool of himself.
Hιѕтσяу:
Evan lived with his parents and three younger siblings when they just moved into a new town. Then, one evening, one he doesn't remember too well, he was bitten by a human. The though frightened him at first, but he grew to understand what happened. Templin Clan found him wondering the streets five years after being bitten, he had became used to living the way he was, and would drink from animals in a forest, to hobos who lived by themselves in cardboard boxes.
Lιкєѕ:
Helping, innocent creatures, tv, movies, relaxing, peace, guys, girls, things in general.
Dιѕℓιкєѕ:
Large bodies of water, waking up in the morning, long lines, being useless.
Oтнєя:
Nope


Hαιя Cσℓσя:
Light brown
Eує Cσℓσя:
Black, almost brown.
Hєιgнт:
5'7
Wєιgнт:
126
Tαттσσѕ:
None
Pιєя¢ιηgѕ:
Snake bites
Oνєя-Aℓℓ:
Not the tallest, but not the shortest, Evan has light brown hair and black eyes. He's thin and in shape, but has no muscle.




Oяιєηтαтιση:
Bisexual
Wнαт Tσ Lσσк Fσя:
Nice, good looking, interesting, wants to get to know him.
Cяυѕн:
None
Bσуƒяιєη∂/Gιяℓƒяιєη∂:
None
Oтнєя:
Nope

[Corporal Rivaille]

ooc; Accepted, of course! I think we can get started soon. One more form, and I'll post a starter.}}

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[Corporal Rivaille]

ooc; Hmm... I was hoping to get one more form overnight, but guess not. We can start now. I'll post first~!}}

[SnowFiery]

Ooc: yay ^^

[Corporal Rivaille]

♥||Kιяα Hєℓѕαη||♥
||Aℓρнα Fємαℓє||
||Sєνєηтєєη; Sιηgℓє; Bυввℓу||

Kira clicked the button on the remote control, yet again. The colors on the television changed with the channel, gurgled voices cut off and replaced with new ones. Being the early riser of the pack, she'd been up since the sun had hit her window, and had tromped down the stairs to make herself breakfast, a simple bowl of Cheerios, before crashing on the couch and flipping on the television. That had been two hours ago, and now was the time when she expected her pack to slowly stumble down the stairs, one by one. Hopefully.

☾||Cαℓєв MαcGυιяє||☾
||Hєα∂ Mαℓє||
||Eιgнтєєη; Sιηgℓє; Dαяк||

For the moment, Caleb's world was the crashing, rising and falling wail of music. His headphones fit snugly around his ears, blocking out any outside sound. Not that he really needed sound to sense if someone was there. He could easily smell someone if they approached, or feel the vibrations of their footsteps. The young vampire's head bobbed up and down to the beat, eyes closed. He'd been in his room since he'd woken up, secluded and quiet. He'd slipped on his headphones, though, when he'd sensed the others waking. He didn't like to interact with people until he was ready, but it wasn't uncommon for one of the Clan to barge into his room to drag him downstairs.

[SnowFiery]

Daniel
Daniel slowly opened his eyes, being met witha blinding ray of sun light comming through his window. He sat up and walked to the mirror. Fixing his hair and then leaving his room to go get breakfast. "Kira!" he yelled, in the mood to irritate his sister. He chuckled lightly as he entered the kitchen and grabbed and apple, then went to the living room, walking over to Kira and sitting on her lap "hi there"

Nikki
Nikki stared at her window as the sun rose, a huge smile on her face. She hadn't gone to sleep the night before, instead staying up and working on her sketches. He had never seen the sun rise and she wanted to, so she waited for it to end. Then got up, going to herbrothersroom and knocking on the door. "Caleb?"

[A. Ham]

Uѕєяηαмє:
Quiet Riot Fan
Fυℓℓ Nαмє:
“My full name is Brian Harold May."
Nι¢кηαмєѕ:
Please, never feel the need to call me by that. Brian works just fine if we met recently. Bri works for my friends or family. Brimi works only for very few people. Mostly just a friend or two friends.”
Agє:
“I am eighteen. So, I’ve been here for eighteen years. I think this is self-explanatory. I was born of the nineteenth of July, so I’m a summer baby.”
Gєη∂єя:
“I am male, through and through. I have no desire to be a girl. Nor have I ever desired to be a girl.”
Sρє¢ιєѕ:
"I am a werewolf, I have been for quite a while."
Rαηк:
"I am a healer."
Oтнєя:
Nothing.

Pєяѕσηαℓιту:
"Oh, gosh, why are you asking me to describe myself? I suppose I can try, if you really want to listen. I'm more on the shy side, though, not as shy as some people I use to live with. I'm kind to everyone I meet, unless you do something to really make me mad. Which is insanely hard. Umm, I love science so if you get me talking about it, I won't stop. I also love the guitar my father and I built together. Another passion I never stop talking about. Tell me to shut up, though, and I will. I'm a vegetarian, and I hope to one day to something with that in the future. Most people I know describe me as adorable and sweet, though I really don't see it. I think that's about it.... So, yeah, just ask about anything else."
Hιѕтσяу:
"I'm the only child of my parents, Harold and Ruth May. Though, I was supposed to have a sister, but my Mother miscarried. Something that I haven't quite gotten over yet. In some of the song books I have, you'll find a lot of songs about it. Which, I’m song writer, only because my Dad helped me build my guitar when I was younger. Something I have always loved. I was born and raised in England, so this whole America thing is new to me. That's about it, really. Nothing much to me. Well, besides the fact that I'm a werewolf. I have been since I moved here, two years ago."
Lιкєѕ:
“Well, I love my hand made guitar with a passion. It’s something that I turn to when I’m alone. Music in general is something I love, though. Another thing is astronomy. I plan on going to school for it. I have a telescope with me wherever I am. I tend to geek out when I’m out at night. So, I keep a pocket sized one, in well, my pocket. School is just something I love, science even more so. I also love making people happy, so, I think that’s it.”
Dιѕℓιкєѕ:
“Well, to start it off, this chair in my room back in England gives me the heepy jeepies. S, I do not like that at all. I also hate, maybe even loathe, people that are just plan rude. There is never a need to be rude to anyone. If you are nice, I’ll be nice back. It’s a simple concept. I don’t anger easy, and I don’t like to be angry. So, that’s another dislike. Another thing I do not like is when people just throw all of school to side. It may not seem it now, but it is important, so, please, just shut up and listen to the dang teacher. I think that’s it… Well, I don’t like people that make fun of me and what I like. I think that’s everyone, though.”
Oтнєя:
Nothing.

Hαιя Cσℓσя:
"It's a darker brown color."
Eує Cσℓσя:
"It's a greenish brown color."
Hєιgнт:
"I am six feet, one inch tall."
Wєιgнт:
"I am 140 pounds."
Tαттσσѕ:
"I have none."
Pιєя¢ιηgѕ:
"Once again, none."
Oνєя-Aℓℓ:
: “I am six feet, two inches. That’s quite tall, no? I think it is. So, I’m basically a good few inches above everyone else. So, I tend to look down on people. Literally, not in an “I’m better than everyone else” way. Well, that’s really personal, and something I’m not quite comfortable with. But, if you must know, I’m one hundred and forty pounds. Yes, I know, I’m underweight. I know that; don’t need to point it out. So, with my height and my little weight, I’m basically walking bones and skin. I have a thigh gap, something girls normally have, skinny arms, and very little anything, really. Don’t point it out, please. My hair is something that is rather… unruly. It’s a dark brownish color, basically black some days. That contrasts against my light skin, making it look darker. That I’m fine with, and keeping it short is what I use to do. When I grew it out, about to my shoulders, it curled. It curled a lot. It’s to the point where it’s all ringlets and it is all just one giant mass of hair. I look foolish when I put my hair up in a pointy tall, which can be necessary at times. When I do put it up, it just looks like I chopped of the lower half of it, and reattached it to the back of my head. Not very pretty at all.”

Oяιєηтαтιση:
“I am straight. I have no interest in dating males. Go ahead and do what you like, but please, don’t push it upon me. I support anyone that is different, but, not for me. I like girls, always have. Though, I’m a tad awkward with them.”
Wнαт Tσ Lσσк Fσя:
"I'd like to get a sweet little girl."
Cяυѕн:
"I have none."
Bσуƒяιєη∂/Gιяℓƒяιєη∂:
*Laughs* "No one."
Oтнєя:
Nothing.

Uѕєяηαмє:
Quiet Riot Fan
Fυℓℓ Nαмє:
"My full name is Stephanie Ana Lutz."
Nι¢кηαмєѕ:
"Only people that talk to me call me Steph."
Agє:
"I am sixteen years of age. My birthday is December third. I am a winter baby."
Gєη∂єя:
"Female, thank you very much."
Sρє¢ιєѕ:
"Vampire, thank you so much."
Rαηк:
"I am unranked, thank you."
Oтнєя:
None.



Pєяѕσηαℓιту:
Moods go with her clothing. When she wears her favorite outfit, she is the best of her moods. This mood is when she is at her nicest. Her nicest mood is when she will brake he back to help you. This is also when she is at her most vulnerable. She, in this state, is very easy to take advantage of her and easy to pick her up. When she is wearing a bright and spunky outfit, she is well, bright and spunky. Almost always will she find the bright side of anything, no matter what it is. Someone die? They are in a better place, in her mind. In her darkest state of mind, she wears her darkest clothing. Everything will have a dark side, and that is it. Nothing ever will be happy when she is like this. Though, this mood rarely happens, it does show up time to time. There is, also, the rare chance that she will not have a matching mood often. When that happens, there is no way to tell what she will be like.
Hιѕтσяу:
Stephanie was raised in a normal family. They weren't rich or poor.The only thing that was really unusual was how big her family was. Growing up, she was the oldest of six kids. Now, well two years ago actually, that number went up to seven. Quite a bit of kids. Thankfully, she doesn't have much to do with her two year old sister. She would probably go insane if she had to. School wise, she was a B or C student. Not too bright, but not stupid like most people. About a year ago, she was walking around too late at night. That was when she was transformed.
Lιкєѕ:

Being alone
Talking to people that don't annoy her
Music
Dark
Being cold
Comfy Clothes
Snow

Dιѕℓιкєѕ:

Most people
Werewolves
Her parents
Loud noises
Rain

Oтнєя:
Answer here


Hαιя Cσℓσя:
Blonde.
Eує Cσℓσя:
An ocean blue color, when she's not mad or hungry.
Hєιgнт:
About five feet, five inches, normal height.
Wєιgнт:
She's 120 pounds, about right for her height.
Tαттσσѕ:
None.
Pιєя¢ιηgѕ:
She has one hole in each ear.
Oνєя-Aℓℓ:
Because she is a little taller than the average height for a woman, she finds it a little harder to find clothes. Her blonde hair is always done up big when she goes out. The make-up she usually wears is bright and colorful, though sometimes it will be all black, it depends on her mood. Clothing is something she loved to play with and experiment with. Some days it will be bright and spunky. Other days it will be dark and depressing. Even as ever changing as her wardrobe was, her favorite outfit was always the same. It was a yellow pair of reebok high tops, black and yellow striped leg warmers, a comfy [air of acid wash jeans and whatever her favorite band was at the moment t-shirt. On days she gets bored, she paints her nails. Most days she plans it out so that it will match her outfit. Never on to be very girly-ish, she almost never wears jewelry.




Oяιєηтαтιση:
Straight.
Wнαт Tσ Lσσк Fσя:
"A sweet guy that gets where I'm coming from."
Cяυѕн:
None.
Bσуƒяιєη∂/Gιяℓƒяιєη∂:
None.
Oтнєя:
None.

[Corporal Rivaille]

ooc; Ahh, beautiful forms! Accepted, of course.}}

[A. Ham]

{{Oooh, thank you. I assume that I can just make a starting post?}}