The Wolf Brothers || Adventure/Romance RP || CLOSED

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• F u l l N a m e • Dante Isaiah Thomas
• S u p e r h e r o N a m e • "They call me Ruthless. I know bad*ss right?"
• A g e • 18
• G e n d e r • "I am a Male."
• B i r t h D a t e • "I was born on the fifth of April."
• P l a c e o f B i r t h • "I was born here in Arizona, raised at an orphanage."

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"I have been told I am full of drive and initiative. I am is that guy everyone wants to avoid. I'm pretty much awesome. But no one associates with me due to my reputation of having an anger. If only I was given a chance. Hey but enough of that! I'm a true fighter. I have a sort of anger that I convert into power when I fight. If my opponents ever make a mistake, I am on it in a flash, and I always exploit their error to the fullest. I love the feeling of beating the crap out of villains. I just sort of get a rush! I love action and is a big ladies man if you look past my anger. My cockiness draws the females. I'm brave and strong physically as well as willfully. I am quick to cut through banter and get to the heart of the matter. I'm someone who doesn't care what people think of me though. If they hate me they hate me if they love me they love me. I'm a nice guy altogether if I was just to control my anger. I'm a visionary and I strive for the advancement of my capabilities.

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• H a i r C o l o r • "My hair is black"
• E y e C o l o r • "I have hazel eyes with amber specks in them.
• S k i n T o n e • "I was gifted with nice natural tan skin."
• W e i g h t • "I am a good 185 lbs."
• H e i g h t • "6'3 pretty tall. But my height goes along with my strength and speed."
• B o d y M o d s • "A tribal tattoo down my right arm, which also connects to my torso."
• B o d y T y p e • "I am decently built. Training all the time keeps me in good shape. So I'm kind of ripped. Not to toot my own horn or anything. But being ripped doesn't mean I'm huge. Keep in mind I'm lean but cut so I'm still able to run across rooftops and do acrobatics."
• C l o t h i n g S t y l e • "Well I like to wear whatever is in style. I try to keep up on fashion but sometimes you'll see me bumming it...rarely. Also when I am crime fighting I wear a black outfit with a red "R" on my chest. I have a native American wolf mask that I modified to fit on my face. I dyed it Red and white with black streaks coming off of its eyes. My pants are not the usual superhero tight spandex. No. I wear black sweatpants and switch up between my black and red "R" hoody, long sleeve shirt, or T-Shirt. Can't wear a tank top or my tattoo would give me away."

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"I was raised in an orphanage along with my "siblings" AKA The Wolf Brothers. We were never adopted and had that bond that no one could break. I am the oldest of the team and always acted like the big brother. You know, the one that watches over and cares for them. Also raises hell for them. But I've never had the mentality for leadership. That was Asher's specialty. When he was chosen to become leader I had no objection. I was content. But we still clash and bump heads. We're brothers what do you expect? When we were able to we got the heck out of the orphanage. Asher was able to get us a place to stay and we've lived together ever since. We all three organized The Wolf Brothers and started fighting crime. Every since then I have trained myself and have tried to master my abilities."

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• L i k e s •
Fighting
Training
Girls
parkour
• D i s l i k e s •
Villains
Haters
School
• F e a r s • "I am not scared of much. But what I am mainly scared of is the three of us breaking up and going our separate ways. We've been together since we pooped our pants. I'm just not ready."
• D r e a m s • "I dream to hone my skills to perfection and become someone's idol one day and influence their life to do good....corny I know."
• S t r e n g t h s • "I am really good at fighting. I like to pick up moves and strategies from movies, youtube videos, books, you name it. Another strength is my speed and well... my strength. I'm gifted with superhuman strength and speed. When I fight I am the last person you want to encounter. My hands are lightning fast and I am capable of hitting you with the force of a train. It is hard to control sometimes that's why so many people we have captured have been injured."
• W e a k n e s s' • "My weaknesses are my unsatisfied need for advancement. I am always trying to be better and sometimes it gets me in trouble when it sometimes involves rule breaking. I have sadly gotten someone injured and nearly killed by doing this and I have never forgiven myself. Also my bond with my "siblings" if anything were to happen to them...I don't even want to think about it."

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You're 'heroes' aren't real people
They're drawings and hopes and tales
Real heroes are the ones that help
They're the ones that really care.
Now, don't get me wrong,
Superman is great and all
But he's really just a figure
Just strong and buff and tall.
Batman, Spiderman, they're figures too,
Their stories tell ones of crime
But I know some even better ones
Some stories really worth the time.
It's the kids that don't get noticed
The ones that are left behind
You can't put the name to face,
But they've been there this whole time.
Everyone comes before they do,
They're ready to make a change
They help, sacrifice, volunteer
And you always found it strange.
Does it seem so weird, now?
Have you grown up and seen it for real?
They're the Superman, Batman, Spiderman too
They're the ones that helped people heal.
Remember that day you dropped your books?
Remember when you felt so alone?
It's those kids that helped and lent a hand
They're the ones that should be known.
So next time you pick up a comic
Even you, in your growing age,
Superheroes are the ones in real life
Not the fighters on a page

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• O r i e n t a t i o n • "I'm straight, I like females. Sorry fellas."
• G i r l f r i e n d • "None at the moment"
• B e s t F r i e n d • "None at the moment."
• E x (s) • "I've broken a few hearts in the school. Not many."
• R e l a t i o n s h i p S t a t u s • "Single."
• C r u s h • "No one."
• F a m i l y • "My "siblings"."

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[bawnbawn.]

{{ That's so awesome ^_^ Love your form, just saying :3

[.Ape.]

bump :l

[ThunderStarStorm]

{{Okay, if no-one wants to join as the Fan, I'll just make another character in a couple of days so that we can get started...^^

[.Ape.]

ok!

[bawnbawn.]

{{ Yay x3 Have been waiting for this thread to officially start ^-^

[ThunderStarStorm]

In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take.

If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky, you can hide underneath me and come out at night. When I turn jet black and you show off your light, I live to let you shine. But you can skyrocket away from me and never come back if you find another galaxy, just leave me your stardust to remember you by...

You can't have a better tomorrow if you're still thinking about yesterday.

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[Ｎame.] Formaly Lucas Adrian Kerr in all documents, this angel of a kid has managed to earn himself the nickame 'Angel', as his sweet personality and adorable mannerisms have easily charmed most people he's met. Still, he finds the nickname embarrising and often times just blush and twiddles his fingers whenever anyone refers to him as such.
[Ａge.] Lucas is seventeen years of age.
[Ｇender.] Male, completely and utterly. Although, he has been known to be confused as a girl, thanks to his shy personality.
[Ｓecrets & Ｌies.] When he was around fourteen, Lucas had his first - and only - encounter with the Wolf Brothers. They saved him from a large gun-shoot out/attempted kidnapping, and ever since then he's valiently stood up for them, even though he's naturally a very shy person and often is extrememly emabressed about speaking up in front of people.
[Ｎotable Ｆeatures.] He's extremely tall and lanky, if that counts - Lucas stands at around 6'foot when he's standing up straight, and has peircing blue eyes. Of course, his long, blonde floppy fringe gets in the way of his sight, but Lucas quite likes it that length becuase he can use it to hide what he's thinking - his eyes are extraordinaraly expressive, and although he's an honestly, trust worthy person, Lucas hates people knowing what he's thinking. He has - whenever he designs to speak, of course - a very thick Texan accent.
[Ｐersonality.] Quiet and unassuming, Lucas is very much a 'gentle giant' - although he used to work on his grandfather's farm and still does lots of exercise to keep up his strength, he's also not very open to using it and rarely fights. He's been called a pansy and insulted numerous times by students and teachers alike for his inability to hurt anything - Lucas even checks under his seat before he sits down to to make sure he doesn't crush any ants - and is very kind and extrememly sweet. He's one of the only people who can safetly ride through Kelly's temper and survive. Raised on a farm in Texas by his grandfather, who attempted to homeschool him and teach him to be a 'man', Lucas has quite a strong Texan accent and is honestly quite the cutie, especially when added to the fact that his Gramps raised him to be a gentleman. The blonde is a very friendly teen, and although shy when he first mets someone, once he knows you for a little while he relaxes more around you and will speak his mind a bit more often - although he does keep his hopes and dreams to himself...Unless, of course, you're Kelly. She's the exception.
Although he's technically listed as living on his Grandfather's farm, Lucas spends his school terms living in a rented house in the middle of town with a usually-absent 'babysitter' and spends his holidays with his grandfather in Adrian, working on the farm.
[Ｆriends.] Lucas' best friend/sister figure goes by the name of Kelly - that's right, this shy hero-loving teenager is best friends with the hater, and has been for a fair while now, since he moved from his home town of Adrian at age 10.
[Ｃrush.] Noooo way! Lucas is much to shy to ever get into a proper relationship with anyone!....But...Let's just say he's not the straightest person out there, though...He's more apt to fall for those of the male persuasuion that female.
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{{Just a quick little form so we can get started! ^u^

[ThunderStarStorm]

{{Okay, because I am a very lazy person, I'm just going to edit Asher's first post instead of trying to find something else to type about, and as last time - ten minutes before the school bell goes, or two to three posts for every character! ^^

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Ａsher Ｇrey Ｊohnson ;;

{You know you're happy when you don't want to go to sleep becuase reality is finally better than your dreams.}

"Up!" Asher's voice echoed through the relatively small house, and the teenager teleported from the kitchen to the front of his brother's door, hammering away at it with no sense of deorum before vanishing again and reappearing in front of Kaia's door, giving her the same treatment. "Otherwise you two can figure out your own ways to get to school, 'cause you're already going to be late!" The caucasian teen gave a dark chuckle at his sibling's rude wake-up call; while he generally wasn't up all that early in the morning, a late night patrol had left him unable to finish off a science assignment due in the next day, so Asher had gotten up early to complete it. As such, his brother and sister now had to suffer through his evil ability to threaten them with teleporting their blankets to the Lake and then bringing them back sopping wet.

Teleporting back to the kitchen, the superhero gave a languid, almost cat-like stretch, his shirt riding up to expose his scarred midriff as he bathed in the warm Arazonian sunlight that streamed in through the windows and illuminated the benches and table with a golden glow. Thanking whatever diety up there that school was almost over for the year, and that he'd long since learned to cope with a minimal amount of sleep, Asher ran a hand through his hair, combing it back from his fringe and shaking out the last dregs of tired exhaustion and muscle stiffness that clung to him after the hard night the Wolf Brothers had just pulled. Relaxing into his chair and grabbing his bowl of ceral, Asher munched distractedly, flipping through his completed assignment and waiting for his siblings to get their lazy butts out of bed. Hopefully they'd awaken before five minutes were up, otherwise he might have to take - a very evil looking grin spread across Asher's face at the though thought, and he had to fight to hold back an equally horrible sounding chuckle - drastic measures. Like the teleporting removal of their blankets, or the sudden loss of all toast in the house, except for the stuff Asher liked - which just so happened to be extremely lemon-coated and seed-filled.

Spotting the clock from the corner of his eye, Asher jumped to his feet and let out a violent swear, the last dregs of milk from his bowl sloping over the sides and almost splashing onto the floor as he quickly rushed around the kitchen. Chucking his bowl haphazardly in the sink, and sighing in relief as it didn't break, the teleporter hopped on one foot, trying to go upstairs and get his shoe on at the same time before remembering his powers and quickly vanishing from his spot to appear on the landing again. Loosing his balance thanks to his balancing-shoe act, and accidently tumbling into Dante's door Asher hit his head quite effectively against the wood and let our another barrage of swears. "Oi! School starts in ten minutes and unless you're ready in five I'm not teleporting you with me and you can be late!" Squirming into his shoe, Asher quickly vanished to the bathroom, combing back his hair to insure that he looked resonably presentable and running to his room to grab his school bag.

Ｌucas Ａdrian Ｋerr ;;

{You can't have a better tomorrow if you're still thinking about yesterday.}

His alarm could not have been a more annoying sound. With a pitiful cry, Lucas tripped through the apartment, trying to find his phone and shut off the God-awful ringing before it decided to wake the neighbours and get them made at him - yet again, might he add. He'd already been up for a fair while, but he'd never been the best at checking to see if his alarm was off before he got out of bed, and half the time it was only stuck on 'snooze', meaning the the blond teenager had to struggle through his apartment, trying to locate his phone and usually failing spectactularally. He was not a morning person. In fact, thanks to his grandfather's habits, Lucas was rarely fully operational and functioning until he'd eaten breakfast and enhaled a good portion of the coffee that resided in the household. Securing his phone, the shy teenager gave a cry of triumph and quickly switched off the alarm, before landing with a whumpf! on his couch, intent on not getting up till his next phone alarm went off and informed him that unless he got to school within the next five seconds he was going to be late and Kelly was going to try and kill him for not greeting her in the morning.

A smell tickled his nose, and Lucas' brow furrowed as he tried to place the slightly foul scent, pulling his face off from where he'd pressed it into the pillows and tried to get some more sleep before leaving for school. Realising that it was his breakfast - and his coffee! - on fire, he gave a startled yelp and quickly scrambled over the couch, rolling off the edge and landing with an undignified thump, trying to get to the kitchen quickly and salvage his burning morning meal.
Dear Gods, he hated mornings.

Managing to rescue part of his toast and eggs from the toaster and the fry pan, Lucas checked his phone and merely gave a groan, figuring with how his luck was going that he'd be late for school onto of everything, and quickly polished off his breakfast, coffee inside a nice heat-retaining container so he could drink it in the few minutes he had before school began for the day. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Lucas quickly headed out the door, thanking his lucky stars that he only lived a few blocks away from school, and it was fairly easy for him to get there on time without having to struggle through traffic and other such irratating nesscities for those who lived further out of town and tried to get to school late...like most of the high school populace.

The sun was shining brightly, and Lucas felt a soft smile grow across his lips as he heard the birds chirp to each other and the low rumble of the minimal car traffic breeze past the street. It was nice here, for sure. Hot, of course, (but he could deal with hot coming from Texas and all), but really quite nice. Stretching slightly, Lucas sipped at his coffee and quickened his pace slightly, checking his watch and seeing that he only had around five to ten minutes till the bell went - plenty of time to chat with Kelly and catch up with all of the new 'shenangians' (her words, not his!) the Wolf Brothers had gotten up to last night! His blue sneakers scuffed the dusty pavement, and he flicked his fringe out of his face, sky-blue eyes racking the mess of students for Kelly's fimillair hair-do and spunky, rocker-chick style of clothing. Lucas much perferred to just stay in the background than loudly announce his prescene like Kelly did, and he usually went with a flannel shirt and denim, what he wore a lot on his grandfather's farm and still found more than comfortable to wear to school, especially seeing as the denim was all soft and white-washed blue from being in the washing machine one-to-many times.

[Kitty~.]

K E L L Y
Standing: Hater
Crush: Nope.
Mood: Nonchalant
Status: Onwards to school

Kelly, like so many students, had barely the motivation to go to school. In fact, when her elder sister opened the curtains, the most she did was groan and roll over. Oh, it was such a tedious life. Getting up proved a chore, almost as much as going to sleep did. The air left her lungs abruptly as Bowie, her shepherd pup, was thrown onto her stomach, insisting on licking the brunette half to death. She pushed his head away, even has he persistantly attempted to continue his barrage of kisses. "No," she moaned drearily. "Go away..." Even her muffled objections didn't seem to have much effort in them. Her sibling, Irene glared teasingly, hands on her hips as she stared at her little sister's form. She scoffed, wondering how on earth they could possibly be related. "Get up, you lazy lump. The day is upon us and you have school to attend. How are you meant to make friends if you stay in bed all day? The answer to that is you won't. You will grow old and become a smelly cat lady with no loving husband at your side to serve your every wim." Quite satistifed with her lecture on how to be a social butterfly, she nodded dutifully and returned her attention to Kelly to find her curled up in her blankets, using Bowie like a teddy bear in her arms. She glared. Traitor. Sighing, she got her phone from her pocket. She didn't want to resort to this but...She opened one of her apps and turned the device to full volume before holding it to Kelly's ear and as the airhorn blew, the girl shot out of bed, cursing up a storm and complaining about disrespect for beauty sleep in which Irene retorted with a comment on how there was no hope left for Kel's appearance and all she could do to get through life was work at her intelligence. Kelly glanced towards her digital clock and made a sound in the back of her throat akin to that of a distressed whalecat. There was no way she was going make it at the rate she was going! She wasn't exactly fond of school but that didn't mean she wanted detention!

She shoved Irene out of the door and hopped into a pair of jeans and a tank, topped with a light jacket in her attempts to look somewhat presentable. She didn't even have time for a shower, god forbid. Her hair, although a catastrophic mess most mornings, seemed the only thing in her favour as she combed it over with little trouble. Her father had already made everyone breakfast, thank God, so with a rushed, "Goodmorninggoodbye!" She swiped a piece of toast and an apple, gathered her stuff and careened out the door. It must've been some kind of record as she ducked into her car and started the engine, pulling out onto the road with about as much finesse and elegance as an elephant in a running race - fast, clumsy and dangerous. Her radio, saved with several P!nk, Aerosmith and other miscellaneous rock discs blared through the speakers. It was only when she had about five kilometres to go did she slow down at all. In all honesty it was any relief that she hadn't been fined for speeding yet.

Finally, she came to the school carpark. It was difficult to find an empty one to park her Commodore, but luckily she managed. Hair in a disarray, clothes unironed and a scowl marring her features, she stepped out of the vehicle to face another school day. Granted, no kid in their right mind enjoyed school, but at least they had the friends to help them through it. Kelly, on the other hand, had only one - Lucas. Not that she didn't like that one. Quite the contrary. Kel was just afraid by the idea that that friend would leave her and she'd become a bitter old cat lady like her sister said. Still with a good several minutes before the bell, she all but marched into school and jammed her things into her locker. As she slammed it shut, she whirled around and glanced over the masses of students, looking for the familiar mop of blonde hair poking out over the crowd. She spotted him - he must've only just gotten to school - and couldn't repress the small smile that made its way onto her lips. Like every other morning, he came with coffee in hand and a half-drowsy look on his face. With long strides, she quickly made her way over to the taller male.

((Also the ever-lazy person, I've simply edited my original post as well.))

[bawnbawn.]

{{ Sorry that it's a little long xD These won't be how my normal posts are; the first ones are always the most fun to make, that's why ;3

The sound of a male yelling throughout the small house jostled Kaia from her sleep, something she despised happening with a passion. She really couldn't be bothered going to school or even opening her eyes, though the words 'late' caught her attention. One chocolate-brown eye opened to look around the dimly lit room, the sunlight that streamed in through the blinds shining over her face and forcing her to close it again. The harsh rays bought on the beginning symptoms of a headache, making her grumble in disdain as she rolled over to avoid it happening again. Deciding to go back to sleep, the teen snuggled into her blanket with a content sigh. Maybe her brothers could bring the class work she missed out on home so she wouldn't fall back in her studies. The brunette's thoughts clouded over with the fogginess of sleep before a loud and continuous noise rang throughout the room, causing Kaia's eyes to snap open as she jumped. "My god, can't you let me sleep for once, Ash?!" She called out, using the nickname she always tended to say rather than the male's full name. Her voice was filled with exhaustion, though that was the usual case in the morning for roughly all of them.

All was silent for a little while, and Kaia figured that she was able to sleep in or at least lay in bed for a bit. Moving sounded bad enough; but actual exercise and rushing around to get everything together? Talk about a nightmare. The teen's head hit the pillow once more, though she no longer felt like sleeping. She hated when that happened. Asher's voice, along with a somewhat violent curse, rang out through the house once more, and it was also about being late but Kaia wasn't really paying attention as she was too busy groaning into her pillow. "Fine fine fine, I'm up." She almost growled out, hoisting herself up from the bed and immediately missing its warmth as her feet hit the cold floor. A shiver running up her spine, the teen made her way into the small bathroom which was even chillier, much to her obvious chagrin. Seeing as she was too tired to move her arms, she casually used her mind to pick up the brush that was resting on the low bench near the sink. The brush hovered in the air as if an invisible hand was holding it, though nothing was there but the power of the mind.

Looking into the mirror at her somewhat dishevelled appearance, Kaia's pout came back and without moving, urged the brush to swipe through her hair to at least smoothen it out or whatever, hands-free. When she thought it was enough, she suppressed a yawn and turned away from the mirror to walk through the door and back into the bedroom to get dressed. After putting on a dark grey hoodie over a simple white shirt, she slipped into skinny jeans and her black converse. It wasn't what a lot of the girls her age wore, but she wasn't like most other people so it made sense, in her opinion. She never wore any makeup, so she didn't worry about that and headed for the kitchen, passing Asher on the way. The brunette sent a death-glare towards her brother, though she mostly looked like an angry rabbit instead of a p*ssed off sister. She silently made herself a piece of toast, absently eating it as she performed other small tasks necessary to do in the morning.

Using telekinesis to lift her bag up into the air, Kaia quickly looked through the contents to make sure everything that was needed for the day was present. School books and equipment, lunch money and some home-made brownies for her brothers (she made them the day earlier, so they were still pretty good) and of course, her superhero outfit, if it could be called that. Delicately brushing a hand over the black and red fabrics, a small smile crossed the brunette's face and she zipped the bag up using her hand, though the backpack was still just hanging in midair. Humming in satisfaction after everything was done for the morning, she turned on her heel and walked through the house's hallways in search for Asher, aware that the pack was still eerily hovering behind her. "Hey Ashy, I'm ready. Is Dante up yet?"