ＷＩＴＨＯＵＴ ＰＲＯＴＥＣＴＩＯＮ (ｗｅｒｅｗｏｌｆ ｘ ｈｕｍａｎ)

[yeet.]

//HELLO\\

name; jensen jarett
nicknames; jenny, jarett
age; twenty
height; six'one"
eye colour; green
hair colour; brown
skin colour; pale

jensen is a rather complex person, furthermore his personality is the most complex bit. he will come off quite cheeky at first, also a little flirtatious at times, he generally seems like a nice guy who always looks on the bright side of life - but there's more to him than you think. jensen tends to revert to a sarcastic and snarky personality when he is annoyed with someone or he'll not care at all and will just tease them or ignore them. he is a determined boy who tends to be a little too ambitious at times and quite stubborn and - even though it's sometimes a good quality - he doesn't give up easily but that leads to many fights that he gets caught up in. jensen can get a little sensitive around a couple of topics though he tries to shake them off; it works on the outside but he could be dying on the inside and nobody would know unless you knew him that well.

[☠>military brat.]

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K y'all, make sure you check out the discussion thread, which i think there is a link with the rules. It has a lot of the explanations and you all can chat and such there. >////<

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name;; jerome pierce

age;; eighteen

gender;; male

birthdate;; february 19th

birthplace;; alpharetta, georgia

sexuality;; straight

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hair color;; brown

eyes;; brown

height;; 6'

weight;; 172 pounds

body modifications;; none

other;; n/a

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jerome is an intelligent, spoiled rich boy with
parents who just never loved him enough,
but he had the world at the fingertips ever
since he was young. he learned as a little
boy how to manipulate the people around
him and twist things in his favor. never
facing his own emotions, jerome finds
joy in playing with others, especially girls
who fall for his him. jerome is a strategic
young man, but eighteen years of feeling
invincible has led to him being able to make
rash and reckless decisions without a second
thought. when nobody really cares about you,
you learn to put yourself first.

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[E.urka]

{ Name }
~ Tyler Recero Roscoe Creed, but he doesn't use his entire name and never has, he prefers to be called Tyler, or simply just Ty.
{ Gender }
~ Clearly 100% male.
{ Sexuality }
~ Straight
{ Age & Birthday }
~ Tyler is 19 years old, born on July 22nd 1995.
{ Hair Color }
~ Dark brown, almost black.
{ Eye Color }
~ Golden.
{ Height }
~ 6 feet, 3 inches.
{ Weight }
~ 160 lbs
{ Orgin }
~ Tyler was born in New York City until his mother passed away when he was only ten. He then moved to DC with his father until he was a teenager. At 14 he left home to live on his own, dropping out of school and all social life.
{ Species }
~ Tyler is a werewolf, with a lean but strong muscular build. He stands quite tall and has a thick very light grey coat that almost looks white with grey and black running underneath. Tyler has dark golden eyes that stand out on his light face. He has a long, but strong built muzzle with razor sharp teeth that he is not afraid to use if anyone shows a threat towards his human.
{ Likes }
~ Hunting, Drawing, Hiking, Swimming, Jogging, Playing cards, Carving, Jokes, Music
{ Dislikes }
~ Loud sounds, Thunder, Spiders, Intruders.
{ His Song }
~ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1Mlpq5rfIY
{ History }
~ Tyler was born in a large hospital located in the heart of NYC by his mother, Loretta Recero. Along with his twin brother, Tyson. They lived in a small apartment building on a busy street over a small locally owned coffee shop. On May 2nd during a terrible storm his mother had gotten into a car crash and passed away. Him and his brother were then sent to DC to live with their father, who had divorced their mother. Both boys lived a healthy and active life, went to school and played sports. It wasn't until Tyler's teenager years he started feeling different about himself and changed his entire life around. He packed his bags and left without saying a word to live in the heart of the forest to protect the ones who need him. Both his father and brother have never seen him since, and he is now pronounced dead in their books.
{ Personality }
~ Tyler is your typical "overall good kinda guy" He puts up with a lot of nonsense and foolishness without loosing his patience. He has a sense of humour and is overall fairly tact with words. He is very defense and protective over the people he gets assigned too and there is no doubt about that, he wont back down to a threat- ever. Tyler tries his overall best to be happy-go-lucky and is fairly decent at it. He enjoys company, but not too many at one time. He is easy to make friends with and is loyal, unless you cross his path, or even worse- His humans path.

[E.urka]

Ignore this ^.^

[mishka.]

ＡＮＤＲＥＷ | ＬＵＰＩＴＡ | ＫＡＳＴＮＥＲ ↴
xxxxxxThe Heartbroken Risk-taker
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Gender Girl | Age 18 | Relationship Status Single | Protector Tyler Creed | Place ... | Tagged {Open}

The world around seemed to fade away, slowly dripping away as the sounds dispersed and the feeling of the wind on caressing the skin, gone. A new world came to view, a girl looked around and saw a room with a bed, a window, a dresser, a carpet. On the bed was a stuffed animal of a wolf. She walked up to it and picked it up, turning it over and over as she looked at it. Behind the small girl, a boy walked in the room. "I see you find my birthday present for you?" Said the boy, almost a man. The little girl turned around and smiling, finding her big brother. He shrugged, "Well part of it anyway." The brother walked up to the little girl and crouched down to her height and reached over to the stuffed animal. The little girl gave it over willingly. The brother unzipped the back and stuck his hand inside. He pulled out a silver necklace with a little running wolf on it and a smile on his face. "A little lupa for my little Lupita. Happy Birthday, my little wolf." she turned around and he put the necklace on behind her. He gave her a kiss on the check and whispered in her ear. "Run away as far as you can when you get the chance." his voice grew faint and distant. "It will all make sense. But right now I have to go, but don't worry. I'll be back, I promise."

When the little girl turned around, the boy was gone. Her smile vanished as she began to become frantic. A baby began crying in the other room. The little girl, now suddenly seemingly 14 rather than 8, ran to the room and found a 4 year old standing in the middle of the room, covering her face. She wore a white gown and had long blonde curly hair. Drew ran up to her little sister and knelt to her level, wrapping her arms around the girl. "Am I gonna die?" she asked through sobs after removing her hands from her face. Drew shook her head and tried to sooth the girl. "No. No, no, sweet heart. We're gonna make it through this. You're gonna be a'right." She smiled above the girl, her head resting above her sister's. The little blonde nodded her head as if agreeing, but then began coughing, unable to stop. Drew pulled away, but found the girl gone. Her hazel oculars grew wide.

She heard moaning in the other room, a cry for help. Drew headed to the room, but was reluctant to leave the empty space where the little girl had once stood, and cracked open the door. She found her mother lying on a bed, a couple of alcohol bottles around her. The woman turned to see her daughter throughout the crack. Her oculars were dark and bags clung to their bottom. She lifted her hand and curled her fingers toward her and with a raspy vice said "Come." The young girl opened the door wider and took a step inside the room.

The image quickly faded out and everything turned grey. She looked around and found a boy standing in front of her, seeming to be around 16-17. He had his hands in the air as if in surrender and a smirk on his face, but worry in his eyes. "Put it down, Drew. W-we can figure this out." The girl looked down and found a gun in her hand. Now where it had come from, she had no idea. But she was most certainly pointing it at the boy who was around her age. She shook her head. "N-no, It won't work." Although she wasn't sure what she was talking about, it seemed as though her mind did and was causing her body to work for her. For the moment she glanced down at the ground, trying to understand what was going on. The boy took his chance and ran for the gun and the lights went out.

She heard a shoot go off, leaving a ringing sound in her ears. A flash of red. Flesh and a wound. sirens. A plaid shirt. Then it all went dark.

'It'll all make sense...'

'I promise...'

The words slowly dimmed as they kept going, until they were nothing in the darkness she was left in. The sounds faded away and returned with horns honking and brakes screeching, scuffling of paws. Drew shot bolt up. She found tears in her hazel oculars and quickly wiped them away. It must have been from the sleep she had just jolted out of. She got to her feet and brushed the dirt from her jeans, but it didn't do much. The small girl looked around at the alley she was in, dark and cold and another strange feeling seemed to surround it. One Drew had come to know quite well. Shaking the thoughts away, she flipped up the hood to her dark grey sweater and began walking out of the alley, leaving the constant reoccurring dream, behind her as she headed into the woods that could shroud her existence with its shadows.