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[Ghostie123]

Meet the boy and his past...

Kyrin got ran out of his old home with the Tribe when humans found out about them. He has a chip in his ear and one paw is slightly twisted, but other than that, his injuries have healed in his wolf form. Except for the ones inside of him. Kyrin has seizures and that will never go away.

See the reason he is such a good fighter is because he's already fighting to live. The first time he had a seizure and shifted, the humans thought he was possessed, and they target him specifically to be killed. The reason they targeted him only was because he was the first one they saw shift in the tribe, so they went after him. By the time the humans had found out that the rest of the tribe had this power, they had already run away, leaving Kyrin behind with the humans. He has seizures in either form and they can force him to shift. He was able to outrun the humans with the rest of his tribe, but he was badly injured.

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You fight your wars, I'll fight mine. It's personal.

Alright, Kyrin will only connect to a few that he can trust. And trust is his main issue because he's afraid people will try to kill him secretly. He has some emotional/abandonment problems. He's not exactly shy, but he doesn't talk much ever. He's traumatized by his past so he kinda just observes everything. He won't talk to you first if he talks to you at all. Ky loves having fun and wouldn't miss a rumble in the dirt for anything... or play wrestle if he's in human form. Since he is slightly messed up in the brain after what happened he tends to do strange things like he can't sleep hardly at all when he's alone because he's afraid of getting attacked. And you can't sneak up on him or he will freak out and may bite you without thinking. But he's very gentle and tends to be a loner. The woods are his favourite thing.

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A little more

He's 18
He's the Beta of the Tribe
He has no significant other

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If you wanted to see me




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// n a m e // lucian alexander rose

// a g e // 19

// g e n d e r // male

// r a n k // tribe member; he doesn't want lots of responsibility

// s e x u a l i t y // ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

// p e r s o n a l i t y // rowdy, punky, troublemaker, jokester, loving, passionate, slight hippie, loves toast, all up in everyone's business, playful, affectionate, goof, outgoing.

// h i s t o r y // he joined the tribe years ago because he wanted to live in a family that would understand his oddities. he was adopted in after the war with humans but people had seen him shift and he was afraid they might take or harm him so he came here. he had a decent life before joining but this is all he knows now so he doesn't really mention his life before the tribe. he finds it unnecessary

// c r u s h // nope

// s i g n i f i c a n t o t h e r // none

// p h o t o s //

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[Ghostie123]

Kyrin
The beta stalks around the tribe house, barefoot. He's been up for hours because sleep is an issue for him, this happens often. It's now 7:54am and he decides to make breakfast. Normally they eat cereal or something easy because feeding a house full of teenagers and young adults isn't easy to do for every meal. Not even bothering to change out of his pajamas, he decides to make the tribe eggs and toast as a treat. Nobody seems to be up and it's very quiet so he turns the radio on quietly and opens the kitchen window. Picking up the toaster and bread, he puts them down on the counter and wonders how many slices of toast it takes to feed this pack of hungry hybrids.

Lucian
Luce wakes up and smells food, but it's too early to be up yet so he burrows in his covers and listens for the others. He doesn't mind being up, but his life is much more interesting when the others are awake and he can pester them as usual.

[nyctomancy]

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name | jak krukenburg
gender | seventeen
rank | messenger
tags | forest, open

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legs dangling over the side of the oaken branch, jakub stared out across the rising sun. he had been out since before dawn, stealthily sliding open his window to slip out of the house in the midst of the night. it was a common occurrence for the brunette to do so, for he often found himself up at three am for no reason other than 'just because'. with a sigh, jak's attention was drawn to the house. his dark brown eyes could barely pick out the tips of the cabin some distance away. soon enough the others would be up, and breakfast would be on the stove. "perhaps i should go back?" the male mused to himself. but eventually, he settled back into the oak tree's little niche. naw, i'll stay for just a little longer.

[Metanoia]

Jess
A shrill shriek broke the silence of the morning as a peregrine falcon streaked through the sky. Higher, higher still she climbed before suddenly plunging down towards the house. If she had been in human form, Jess would've let out an excited laugh. She settled for another shriek to break the silence once more. The exhilaration of the fall was second to none. No one could keep up with her. Sure, she was supposed to be keeping watch. But nothing ever happened. It was worth the scolding she would get if anyone found out she had been practicing her acrobatics. Jess pulled out of her dive and flew through her open window. After quickly shifting back to a human and showering, she got dressed and headed to the kitchen for breakfast.

Theodore
Laying in bed with a pillow over his face, Theodore groaned. No matter what he said, he could never convince the damn bird to keep her mouth, er beak, shut in the mornings. There was no need for her to wake him up every. single. morning. With a groan, he got out of bed to get dressed. He could smell someone making breakfast, a rare treat in this house. Eager to not be left out of breakfast and get stuck eating cereal (again), T bolted down the stairs.

[coyotebluff]

Gwynneth
Eighteen || Tribe Member || Forest || Open
Large wings slicing through the still dark morning, the dark copper and black female masked owl silently flew above the trees of the mountains. The bright, wide moon was still low in the sky, although the warm colored sun was just breaking over the horizon. It was dead silent morning, not a creature up with the exception of her few tribe mates from which she could hear from the cabin and throughout the forest around the house. Her speedy flight made not a single noise, and her tribe mates still were quiet after rousing and moving about at this hour. Just then, an awful sounding screech pierced her keen ears as she flew. She knew exactly who and where it was coming from, so she turned her head upwards and over to the right to see the small falcon streaking across the sky. Gwynneth narrowed her eyes at the obnoxious female, picking up her speed in seconds until she was flying twice as fast as her. She chuckled to herself, shaking her head at the falcon before diving downwards towards the ground. Tucking her wings at her sides, she took an aerodynamic shape as she plunged. She saw a flash of a human perched in a tree branch out of the corner of her eye, so she opened her wings like a parachute and stopped dead. She turned her body to face the boy who was sitting there, treading the air as she stared at him. She slowly flew up next to him and perched herself on the same branch, her talons digging into the bark. She turned her head and stared blankly at him, before opening her small beak and letting out a coo. "Morning, Jakob." She said to him, fluffing up her dark feathers.

Evelyn
Eighteen || Tribe Leader || Kitchen || Kyrin
The tribe leader rolled over in her soft, warm bed with a groan, not wanting to get up. But she had to, and that was because she smelled breakfast. She sat up and swung her legs over the side of her bed and yawned, flipping her long hair her shoulder. Sitting there for a second, she thought about who was making breakfast. She was grateful for who every was, anyway. She stood up, her bare feet meeting the hard wood floors before she walked over to her dresser and stared into the large mirror atop it. She stared at her tired eyes and messy hair, chuckling before rubbing her eyes and picking up her hair brush. She brushed the knots out and returned it to it's usual silky state, setting down the brush and picking up a yellow hair tie. She tied her hair up into a messy bun and looked at her outfit she slept in: comfortable cotton shorts and a too large, baggy green tee-shirt. She turned and headed for the door, but remembered she needed something else. She ran back to the foot of her bed and grabbed her white knit poncho, swinging it on her shoulder before running down the hall. Not bothering to take the stairs, she sits on the railing and slides down to the main floor, making a right and walking into the kitchen. There, she sees a beautiful breakfast made by Kyrin, her beta. Ava beams, walking around the island and looking at the yummy eggs and toast. She quickly wraps her arms around him in a hug before picking up a buttered toast and taking a big bite from it. "Wow, Ky! This is delicious." She said happily, mouth full of bread.

[nyctomancy]

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name | jak krukenburg
gender | seventeen
rank | messenger
tags | forest, gwen

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right on time, jak thought privatly, his gaze wandering over to the old-fashioned watch strapped around his leftmost wrist. he had grown accustomed to the guard's morning wake-up calls, out in the forest long enough to predict the time she would sound it. his calculations weren't perfect - math was fickle, and personal preference was fickle. what was constant was the fact jess sounded her call daily. though jakub knew that some of the others had grown weary of her screeches, the brunette welcomed them. the falcon was the herald of day, in his mind. once she opened that beak the day would begin. his attention drawn elsewhere at the rustle of feathers, jakub soon found that he wasn't alone. down on the branch came gwynneth. "do you need something?" he asked the owl, his words sharp. jak didn't even give the shifter the dignity of facing her, his twin pits of molten bronze focused on some distant, far-off point.

[Ghostie123]

Kyrin
The boy with golden brown hair fidgets around the kitchen in attempt to make eggs. Well they were supposed to be sunny side up, but he hopes they like scrambled.... egg fail. As they are cooking he pulls out the cheese and sprinkles some in. He directs his attention to the toast and gets a plate to place the slices on. Time for butter. As he is spreading it on the last of the pieces he hears someone come down the stairs but doesn't check to see who it is. Suddenly he's being embraced and his body goes tense; he drops his toast on the counter and lets out a small gasp. He hears someone compliment his food and he relaxes a bit. Evelyn. He wipes his hands on his blue and white plaid pajama pants to hide the fact his hands are shaking. "Oh.. you're welcome," he says facing her and quickly taking one step to the side so he's not six inches from her face anymore. He turns around to get a plate for her and makes an "eek" face to himself before placing the plate on the counter and scooping some eggs in and a slice of toast. He looks around the kitchen, does she like pepper in eggs? He can't remember and is too embarrassed to ask so he just places the puts the plate down on the kitchen island and pulls out a chair for her.

Lucian
Do I smell... TOAST?!

I fling myself out of bed and run full speed down the stairs into the kitchen. Once I locate the toast, I snatch a piece of it and cram the whole thing in my mouth so I can grab another. "Thks guysh!"I mutter to Kyrin and Evelyn trying not to lose the toast in my mouth. I then run across the house, hop over the back of the coach and turn on the t.v. As I chew on my breakfast I realize that in my excitement for crispy bread, I have forgotten to get dressed. I'm in a too large white T-shirt and boxers. Oh well , I think to myself shrugging.

[Metanoia]

Jess
"G' morning, capitán. It's a nice morning out. All clear, as usual. Nice breakfast, vice capitán. Much obliged," Jess stifled a yawn as she got up and stretched. She would still have to organize her med kit with the stuff she still had to prepare. Maybe nap first? The inner mechanisms of her mid truly were stunning. "You guys gonna need anything? Before I go about my day?"

Theodore
A small smile replaced Theodore's grumpy scowl as he walked into the room. "Indeed. A rare treat. Thank you for the breakfast. Looking wonderful as always, Evelyn." He flashed a smile before going back to his breakfast. It had been a long night, not made any better by the wake up call. He glared mildly at Jess. "I'm gonna need you to stop waking me up in the morning..." He muttered unhappily under his breath.