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BUNNIES RP!! Be a hunter,farmer or a rabbit! Survive the dogs! Join!

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~Element Wolves~

VERY NEW AND HAVE 70+ pages! Read the homepage and you will join!

[~DoMo~]

"Many years ago, as the full moon shown bright," Nash said with an eerie tone," the inhabitants of Legend's Run heard a horrible howling. The cry of the beast wailed throughout the town. As the howling grew closer, children woke from their sleep, travlers had to control their horses, and homeowners locked their doors. The few brave souls who did venture out to investigate say they witnessed a creature never seen before--a monster standing on two legs, thin as a man, hairy as a dog, with the fangs of a wolf and the eyes of a beast."
"Ooh!" Ivy whimpered, hugging my arm.
Tall tales of werewolves ran rampant for generations in Legend's Run. It might have been because occasionally a wolf was spotted in the outlying wooded areas and in the early days there wasn't much else to do but create outlandish stories of their origin. I was a skeptic on rumors; I had the mindset that I'd have to see it to believe it. To me, there was a big line between fact and fantasy. However, hanging out here in the darkness, anything seemed possible.
"The creature appeared tormented," he continued. "It was ready to attack at any moment." Nash raised his hands as if her were the monster.
Now I clutched Ivy.
"This monstrous creature could rip a giant into tiny pieces. His bite was deadly and he could kill without warning. The townspeople tried in vain to capture and kill the monsters, but he returned, full moon after full moon. The creature couldn't be taken down with a gunshot or the threat of fire, but instead vanished into the woods."
Nash paused. "The townspeople often awoke to find their cattle missing, or in some cases dismembered."
"Gross!" Ivy exclaimed.
Abby let out an audible gasps. "Tell us more!"
"It was only a matter of time, they feared, before the monster would be coming for them.
"The residents spent the nights of the full moon living in terror," he continued, "wondering what--or who--would be the beast's next victim."
"I can't take anymore," Ivy said, covering her ears.
The darkness played with our imaginations. I spotted Dylan and Jake eying the woods as if every tree hid a stalking werewolf.
"Some dismissed the witnesses' accounts as drunken tall tales,"Nash said. "Still others swore these was only one explanation..."
We waited in trembling awe.
"A citizen of Legend's Run had become a werewolf," he concluded in a serious tone.
His words left us silent.
Then he said with a deliberate voice, "But which of their neighbors had been overtaken by the glow of the full moon was never discovered."
"No--" Abby said.
"Still, generations later, underneath a full moon, the werewolf can be seen but has never been captured," Nash instructed. "By day he is an ordinary man, descended from that unlucky citizen of Legend's Run. But by night and under the curse of the moon, his eyes turn red, his muscles bulge, his teeth grow sharp, and he is covered in fur. A half man, half wolf who is tortured by his condition and threatening to anyone in his path."
Then he looked at each of us. "Could the werewolf of Legend's Run have been one of your ancestors?" he wondered out loud.
The firelight cast ominous shadows against Nash's face, distorting his normally perfect features. His nose seemed as long as a warlock's, his ears pointy, his hair savagely spiky. His hazel eyes appeared fiery red.
He glared at us again. "Which one of us could be the Legend's Run werewolf's descendant?"
"Not me!" Abby blurted out.
Just then a grusesome howl was heard off in the distance.

Once in a Full Moon - Ellen Schreiber

-Westside-

This is the Westside, also known as Riverside, is where all the misfits live. The not-so-rich group, consisting of skaters, emos, goths and other misfits. Here, the houses are very spread apart, and you're more into the forest than the Eastsiders. These groups of people love the outdoors, and they really don't talk to the Eastsiders and they don't talk to them.

-Eastside-

The Eastside, where the rich kids live. While the poor and simple take the west, the middle and upper classes take the east. This side consists of the jocks, preps and cheerleaders. These cliques prefer to stay indoors, throwing parties whenever they could and shopping at the local mall. These people want nothing to do with Westsiders, making up gossip on them.

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[Swurk]

Deer of the Forest (Deer RP New Accepting!)
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You tread through the forest carefully and shake yourself as a leaf drips water on you. You look at the sky and sigh Still raining... You continue to walk through the dark, green forest when a clash of thunder claps over head. While your startled you jolt ahead and hide under a tree with thick leaves. You don't notice the other eyes peering out from the undergrowth until a large buck approaches you "Hello, you must also be seeking shelter. You are welcome to stay with us as long as you want." He dips his head and returns to the shadows. Will you join or find another herd?

Anthro Island (Anthro RP New Now Accepting!)
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Introduction
You've been left on and Island about 50 miles from the island the scientest work on, you've been kidnapped along with many others from your home, you were tested on and left on this island to survive with your anthro colony. There are many large groups of different species. There even may be some smaller groups that don't want to join a big one. There is different terraine and you've been put on the terraine that suits your naturual habitat. It's your job from here find your group, and live while the scientest study you. It's impossible to escape anyone who tries will certainly die. It's under heavy guard and once a week a helicopter comes by and drops a box into each group with enough supplies to last them that week. Will you be able to survive the island?

[Keith-Kogane]

Brotherhood of the Hand

Living in the shadows. Killing for money. Showing no mercy. This is the life of an assassin, this is the life you have chosen. You will never have a family, you will never find true love. Every day you kill for money, every day you live as a wanderer and survive off the land. At times, you return to the Brotherhood's fortress, but often you live solitarily.

Children, adults, men, women. All assassins, all cold, ruthless, killing machines.

You are an assassin and are part of the Brotherhood of the Hand, an assassin's guild in the land of Strychnos. The guild is centered in a large fortress up in the mountains. The overall layup of the land is as follows- the land is overall flat, covered with fields and forests interspersed. The fortress is set into the side of a mountain and while it is easy to get to, it is very hard to attack. It is always defended by hidden archers. The mountains have beautiful rolling valleys between them and few live up there besides the Brotherhood. Near the foot of the mountains is the town of Fengar. It is situated near Lake Morngul. Though it resides so closely under the fortress, it is ruled by a nearby (about a day's travel East) castle, in which lives King Steven.



The Brotherhood of the Hand is an ancient assassins guild that began long ago when Zhir Tren, the original Arm, started training disciples under him. He formed the guild after many years or careful planning and found the Brotherhood a place to call their 'home'- a place they were always welcome, a place they knew they were safe.

Zhir led the Brotherhood as the Arm until he was extremely old, managing to reach the age of 80 until he passed the title onto the highest ranking under him, a very dear nephew. His nephew, Dar Wreh, ruled until he was 70 years of age. The title of The Arm passed down the ranks of sons or nephews until over 300 years had passed. This tradition, however, came to an end under the leadership of Lopi Gret. At that time, a smart young girl named Ciang appeared. Nothing was known of her background and she knew little of her life herself. She was quick witted and for the first time since the Brotherhood was founded, the title of The Arm was taken from the leader by force. Ciang has ruled for the past 30 years and is now 45. However, she still looks in her early 30s and has the spy eagerness of a 20-year old.

The idea for this was loosely based off of the Brotherhood from The Death Gate Cycle series by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. If you have read it, you may play the only 'main' assassin in the book besides Ciang, whom I have changed a bit to suit my needs. If you know who I am talking about, then you may have him.

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This is set in the medieval times, meaning that there is NO technology whatsoever. People ride on horses, use chamberpots, and use swords daily. They meet in taverns to gossip over brew and herd their cattle. Also, it is more common for a man to be an assassin than a woman. Keep that in mind. As long as the numbers remain equal it's fine. But women cannot outnumber the men. Ciang doesn't count in this calculation.

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The ranking of the Brotherhood is as follows, from highest to lowest- Arm, Hand, Fingers, Hilt, Blade, Tip, Sheath. The Arm is the overall leader of the guild and is by far the most powerful and best. The Sheath members are the newest recruits. Few members ever find love because it is a distraction or they do not want it. They also rarely have children. If they do, the children must either become assassins when they are of age or be given to a villager.

[ADifferentDestiny]

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This is a Power Rangers Jungle Fury RP where we get to RP the Characters and Battle Dai Shi! Please Read All The Rules And I hope you enjoy! Please only join if you have seen the show. c:

Rules:
Only RP if you have seen the show
No cussing
Try not to make yourself the center of attention
No godmodding/ G/M Sues
Try using as much as you can from the show
Don't create Fake Characters



Form:
Name:
Human Pic(Ignore if villian, unless camile or Dai Shi):
Ranger/Villian Pic:
Junlge Master Mode(Only for the 3 power rangers):
Color Ranger/Villian:
Animal Spirit(s):
Weapons:
Personality:
Age(From the show please, Casey, Lily and Theo are all 18, not sure bout RJ, Dom or Fran):
Master(s):
Other:

Mods:
~Crimson~
Someone Else, ask to be a mod, they can accept people

Characters:
Lily: ~Crimson~ (The Owner)
Master Phant: ~Crimson~ (The Owner)
Master Guin: ~Crimson~ (The Owner)
General Snapper: ~Crimson~ (The Owner)
Jellica: ~Crimson~ (The Owner)
Camille: Zoraka (Me)
RJ: Zoraka (Me)

Notice: Even if you haven't seen the show and you would like to join please mail me

[Rain'sShade]

THIS WARRIORS RP HAS A PROPCHEY!

DragonClan

DragonClan- A clan known for it's swiftness and power. They live in a good chunk of forest close to the mountains with a part of a river running through. Priding themselves on their quick paws and plentiful prey. They constantly fight with TigerClan- their sworn enemies.


TigerClan

TigerClan- A clan known for their bulky power. Living in a half field and part of a forest. Close to a small lake. They pride themselves on their brute strength and roughness. They constantly fight with DragonClan- their sworn enemies.


Rules
*All tess's rules
*Don't make your cats have unnatural colors but they can have some not realistic features like bangs (but I don't want everyone doing that)
*Only one cat you rp can be in the propchey
*Only cats in the prophcey have powers
*No being your own crush and stuff.
*keep genders even
*Fill out everything in the form! don't put rp out or "He might tell you."

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(we need one more person to apply to start)

[city;]

You are all that's left

Things have happened. Horrible, nightmarish things that will now haunt you the rest of your natural life.

Notice we say natural.

Your life now depends on your ability to survive. You thank -- whoever is out there guiding you -- that this physcotic government gave you a genetically enhanced body, to fend for ourselves after the Earth was ravaged by brain dead humans.

You see, out in some sorry little desert, scary things were... (shall we say) being experimented with. Nobody knew about it until it was too late. Poor little Salt Lake City, Utah. They were the first ones hit.

That's where you are now.

These creatures became quickly associated with Hollywood's horrific half alive - half dead zombies.

They're called the Diseased.

The only way to contract this awful disease is to either be bitten, scratched and had their saliva reach it's way though your cut, or given a shot with the disease inside. It takes a full 48 hours for you to die and turn into a Diseased. During this process, your body rejects the Disease in the most painful way possible. Strokes, heart attacks, cancerous tumors, and much more ravage your body in those painful last 2 days.

The only way to kill them is by either cutting off their head, or sending a bullet through it.

The Diseased's first instinct is to spread, and then eat. If you're lucky, It will kill you first, and you won't be in pain your few final hours. If you're not, you loose all recollection of your former self, and go on a bloody rampage, killing everything in sight.

Every day is an endless struggle, but you're not alone. Many are like you. Many have lost their entire family to the disease. Many are genetically enhanced. Many are half animal. We will help.

Don't fret dear child. You can still survive.

Look to my Signature to find the link to this RP!

Ƭнɛ Ƨριяιt Ɯαℓκɛяƨ

You are now a Spirit Walker. This is your life for eternity.

Everything is perfect in the Other World, up until about a month before you came. A way back to the Bones and Blood world has been discovered. Many are fighting to get back to there, to their families, and their old lives. Once you return, there is a problem. You've already been pronounced dead. You try to convince your friends and family that you aren't a spirit, but that you are here, in the real flesh and blood.

The Origionals have found out. They are killing off the Spirit Walkers. They believe that Black Magic and Voodoo are in action, bringing their loved ones back to life. The Magic that the Bones and Blood Worlders are performing kill the Spirit Walkers. You can't be caught. If you are, pray they'll let you live. If not, you will return to the Other World. You only get one shot.

Ƭнɛ Ѳяιɢισnaℓƨ

You are scared. Not very long ago, some of your deceased loved ones came back to your village. At first, you thought it was hallucinations. But everybody else in your camp saw them too. You accused them of possessing your family and friends. You drive them from your lands.

They terrify you.

Now, you set out on a quest to eliminate them. You are trying to salvage the bodies, and give them a proper burial. You hunt them down, one by one. They can't hide. You are the Origionals.

How long can you play the game?

How long can you survive?

Click here to join my RP, Restless Souls! It's a warrior cat, wolf, and horse RolePlay. Only a single person has joined, and there's only 4 characters! 12 packs, clans, and here's need filling! Please join!

[eden .]

WANTED

You're a Criminal

A young adult and you've already got an impressive track record -- in crime. Thievery, arson, forgery, assault, murder. Lying is an art form. You spin new stories and characters every day. Every time you walk into the room you formulate different ways of escape. Indeed, you're probably one of the most wily and skilled people of your age. Not that it'll help you any. You're a wanted man.
At least you would be -- if you were ever caught.
Yeah, you're so awesome. You pulled off your crime without nothing but half - formed theories to follow you out of the place. No one in the general public knows your face, nor what you've done, and the government and law enforcement have circumstantial evidence at best. You ran around for a while, didn't stay too long, but after coming to this large city you figure that, with everyone around and the sheer size of the place, finding you will be like finding a needle in a haystack. You settle down, lead a rather mundane life (for the most part), and currently you're just finding your way around this place, arrogantly assuming you're home free.
You should've seen this all coming, then. You were careless.

You're a Hitter

You're the best at what you do -- for a price. Whether you're new to the entire scene or you're a veteran, you're professionally trained in the art of killing. Your reflexes are excellent, your body at the peak of physical excellene, and you're quite smart, if you do say so yourself. A gun for hire. That's what you are. Nothing but the job matters, once you get it.
As a professional, your face is unknown -- or rather, it's supposed to be. Maybe you slipped up once in your past. Wasn't really your best move. In any case, being discreet is your talent. It's no use attracting attention to yourself. After all, what you're doing, strictly speaking, isn't technically legal. In some ways you're just like the criminals...except you don't leave traces when you finish the job. And you get steady pay. That's always a plus.
Recently you've received a new job. Whether it's from a vengeful family member, a suspicious government member, or just some anonymous man offering you a good price, you set off to finish and get your dues. You expect it'll just be like any other job. Find. Kill. Clean up. Get money. Nothing new.
You've tracked your target to a large city that's infested with criminals, whether official or not, and you groan to yourself. How are you supposed to find someone in this place? But you're a professional, remember. You don't fail.

So What Happens Next?

Do you run into other criminals here? There is a school or two around, after all, and even if you've long since graduated you've made a habit of wandering popular haunts. Of course, trust really isn't much of a word to you. Still, when these killers come in, you might want to have some back - up. Don't get involved with these guys. Confrontation really isn't much of a strength of yours.

You'll probably run into some sort of competition. It's a big city, and there are lots of criminals, here. But hey, as long as they don't get in your way, you couldn't care less. But pinning this one target down might be harder than you thought. How about it, you want to make an alliance with some other hitters in the area? Of course, groups like these never last long, and you run the risk of someone knowing your face, afterwards. Still, with help you can get this job done in half the time...

AND THEN THERE WERE NONE...

ιт'ѕ α вeαυтιғυl ѕυммer αғтerɴooɴ,
αɴd тнe leттer тнαт ∂яσρѕ ιηтσ уσυя нσмє σηє ∂αу ιѕ ρєяƒєcтℓу ѕqυαяє
αη∂ мα∂є σƒ уєℓℓσωιηg ραρєя. ωнєη уσυ ριcк ιт υρ, тнє мαтєяιαℓ
ƒєєℓѕ нєανу, αη∂ тнє α∂яєѕѕ ιѕ ωяιтιηg ιη вσχє∂, туρє-ωяιтєя ѕтуℓє ƒσηт.
тнє яєтυяη α∂яєѕѕ ιѕ ѕσмєωнєяє ιη ρнσєηιχ. уσυ cαη'т ѕαу уσυ'νє єνєя вєєη
тнєяє вєƒσяє. ƒℓιρριηg тнє єηνєℓσρє σνєя, тнєяє'ѕ αη υηαѕѕυмιηg ѕєαℓ ση
тнє ℓιρ σƒ тнє ƒℓαρ, αη∂ ησт єχρєcтιηg мυcн, уσυ ρєєℓ ιт σρєη. yoυ reαd
over тнe leттer cυrιoυѕly yoυ ғιɴd тнαт ιт'ѕ αɴ ιɴvιтαтιoɴ тo αɴ eхpαɴѕιve
мαɴѕιoɴ, αɴd yoυ reαd:

∂єαя ____,

coɴɢrαтυlαтιoɴѕ! we αre pleαѕed тo welcoмe yoυ тo αɴ opproтυɴιтy oғ α lιғeтιмe. eɴcloѕed wιтн тнιѕ leттer ιѕ α plαɴe тιcĸeт тo тнe coαѕт, wнere yoυ αɴd elveɴ oтнerѕ wιll тαĸe pαrт ιɴ α coмpeтιтιoɴ ғor тнe нoυѕe ғeαтυred oɴ тнιѕ leттer.

αт тнιѕ, уσυ gℓαηcє αт тнє ριcтυяє σƒ тнє нσυѕє αη∂ уσυя ƒιηgєяѕ тιηgℓє, αη∂ α ωανє σƒ єχcιтємєηт σνєяcσмєѕ уσυ. тнαт cσυℓ∂ вє уσυя нσυѕє؟ уσυ нυηgяιℓу яєα∂ тнє ηєχт ℓιηєѕ.

тнιѕ coмpeтιтιoɴ тнαт we ѕpeαĸ oғ ιѕ qυιтe ѕιмple: ѕтαy ιɴ тнe ɢαмe! ιɴdeed, yoυ wιll вe plαyιɴɢ ғor тнιѕ нoυѕe. oɴce yoυ αrrιve, тнere wιll вe eleveɴ oтнerѕ тнαт wιll αlѕo вe wαιтιɴɢ тo recιeve тнe ɢrαɴd prιze! oғ coυrѕe, we cαɴ'т мαĸe тнιѕ eαѕy ғor yoυ, вυт αll wιll вe eхplαιɴed мore тнoroυɢнly αт тнe нoмe. we deαrly нope тнαт yoυ wιll coмe тo ɢαιɴ тнe cнαɴce тo wιɴ тнιѕ ɢreαт нoмe. reмeмвer, ιғ yoυ doɴ'т ѕeɴd ιɴ тнe αpplιcαтιoɴ вy ғrιdαy, we'll ɢιve yoυr ѕpoт тo ѕoмeвody elѕe! doɴ'т мιѕѕ oυт oɴ тнιѕ ѕpecιαl opproтυɴιтy!

тнєяє ιѕ ησ ηαмє σƒ тнє ѕєη∂єя, ησ ιη∂ιcαтιση σƒ ωнαт σя ωнσ тнιѕ σяgαηιzαтιση тнιѕ мιgнт вє, вυт уσυ cнєcк тнє α∂яєѕѕ σƒ тнє нσυѕє αη∂ ιт'ѕ αℓℓ ℓєgιтιмαтє. ιт'ѕ ∂єƒιηιтєℓу тнєяє, αη∂ тнєяє αяє єνєη ѕσмє ηєωѕ ℓєαкѕ αвσυт тнє cσмρєтιтιση ιηνιтαтιση тнαт уσυ'яє нσℓ∂ιηg ιη уσυя нαη∂ яιgнт ησω. уσυ cαη'т gєт тнє αρρℓιcαтιση ιη тнє мαιℓ ƒαѕт єησυgн. уσυ ωαιт α ƒєω тєηѕє ∂αуѕ вєƒσяє αησтнєя ι∂єηтιcαℓ ℓєттєя ƒяσм тнє ƒιяѕт ѕℓιρѕ ιηтσ уσυя нσмє. уσυ ѕηαтcн ιт υρ, ιgησяιηg тнє вιℓℓѕ αη∂ єχριяιηg ѕυвѕcяιρтισηѕ, αη∂ яєα∂:

coɴɢrαтυlαтιoɴѕ! yoυ've вeeɴ cнoѕeɴ αѕ oɴe oғ тнe elιɢιвle coмpeтιтorѕ ғor тнιѕ мαɴѕιoɴ. pleαѕe coɴтιɴυe тo тнιѕ αdreѕѕ αɴd υѕe тнe eɴcloѕed αιrplαɴe тιcĸeт. we'll ѕee yoυ ѕooɴ.

уσυ ηєαяℓу ѕqυєαℓ συт σƒ gℓєє. уσυ нανє α cнαηcє тσ ωιη тнαт мαηѕιση! αη∂, αѕ уσυ ℓσσк ωιтн ѕυяρяιѕє, тнє тιcкєт ιѕ ƒσя ƒιяѕт cℓαѕѕ. уσυ'νє ηєνєя ιη уσυя ℓιƒє вєєη ιη ƒιяѕт cℓαѕѕ. ∂єℓιgнтє∂ αт тнє ℓυcк тнє ωσяℓ∂ нαѕ ∂єcι∂є∂ тσ тняσω уσυ тσ∂αу, уσυ нυяяιє∂ℓу ραcк уσυя вαgѕ αη∂ уσυ'яє συт тнє ∂σσя ωιтнιη тнє нσυя.

ωнαт уσυ ∂ση'т кησω, σƒ cσυяѕє, ωαѕ тнαт тнєяє ωєяє σηℓу тωєℓνє ρєσρℓє тнαт ωєяє ιηνιтє∂. тнєяє ωαѕ ησ ρσσℓ σƒ ρєσρℓє тнαт тнє ℓєттєя ωαѕ ѕєηт συт тσ. נυѕт уσυ αη∂ єℓєνєη σтнєяѕ. ωнαт уσυ αℓѕσ ∂ση'т кησω ιѕ тнαт єνєяуσηє gσιηg ιηтσ тнιѕ cσмρєтιтιση ιѕ α cяιмιηαℓ. α ℓαω вяєαкєя, αℓтнσυgн тнєу мαу ησт нανє вєєη cαυgнт σя αяяєѕтє∂ ƒσя ιт. α∂υℓтєяу, ѕтєαℓιηg, ναη∂αℓιzιηg, кι∂ηαρ, мυя∂єя...ωнσ кησωѕ ωнαт ѕєcяєтѕ тнєѕє ρєσρℓє ωιℓℓ нανє؟

уσυ ωιℓℓ вє ℓєƒт αη∂ αвαη∂σηє∂ αт тнιѕ мαηѕιση ωιтн тнєѕє σтнєя єℓєνєη ρєσρℓє ωнσ, αℓтнσυgн υηвєкησωєѕт тσ уσυ, αℓѕσ нανє α ѕєcяєт тнєу'∂ яαтнєя кєєρ ρяιναтє. вυт ωнєη ѕσмєσηє ∂ιєѕ, ωнσ кησωѕ ωнαт мιgнт cσмє συт...؟

BLOODY MARY

STOP. SOME CONTENT MAY BE INAPPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN. THIS INCLUDES THEMES OF VIOLENCE AND THAT OF THE PARANORMAL. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Elizabeth Báthory was a countess from a
line of Hungarian nobility. Those of the Báthory
family possessed places of high military,
administrative, and ecclesiastical skills. Yet,
Elizabeth is well known as the most prominent
serial killer of her time. Infamous for killing
young maidens and bathing in their blood in
an attempt to stay forever young and
youthful, Elizabeth Báthory was later caught,
arrested, and later died after four years of
imprisonment.
Elizabeth Báthory was tried for multiple
counts, including murder, kidnapping, and
torture of young women from the surrounding
peasantry and gentry. The number of victims
range from 36 to 650 people. Indeed, her death
was one that brought relief to the surrounding
lands.
However, her name was passed on through the
centuries, and Elizabeth Báthory was forever
known as the "Blood Countess". While her
primitive process of gaining immortality is
now brushed off as ineffective and ridiculous,
nothing but a fantasy, but desperation, insanity,
and lack of options have driven some people to
try anything to stay alive...

Countess Elizabeth Báthory de Ecsed (1560-1614), the "Blood Countess"

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Shapeshifter rp, Semi-lit.

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Chandranath ( 'Chan' ) are special creatures. Shapeshifters. Most shifters are half-bloods, which means they may only shift to three living animate objects other than their human form. The others, the very rare pure-bloods are able to shift to any living animate object. But anyway, your part of the pack. You live within the pack and you hunt in a pack. ( unless given other notices by alphas ) There are only twelve members to this pack, six males and six females. Each shifter is put in a ranking for this pack always shifts to wolves.