national reserve | werewolf roleplay | open

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i'm updating the list now and just give me a second. there might not be any more spots left.

[azhefa.]

[When will we start?]

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tomorrow. sorry everyone im super busy.

[azhefa.]

[Aww ok, I may not be online tomorrow since family will be coming and I may or may not spend the night at a friend's house]

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Meet the lovely Sapphire Jones. The name Sapphire is of English and Greek origin. The meaning of Sapphire is "blue gem." Or, in the Hebrew terms, the word sapphire means "beautiful". And the name Jones..Well is her last name. She is 100% female, there`s not one person who could argue with that,trust me. She is as straight as they come, there`s no mistaken that. Girls are beautiful and all, but she just doesn`t swing that way. She is currently eighteen years of age, she was born on a warm summer day, July 13th to be exact, at 1:11 am. She was born in England, giving her a British accent that has yet to fade or even go away, but she doesn`t mind. She has beautiful hazel eyes that sparkle in the light, surrounded by thick beautiful lushes lashes. Her hair tumbles down a little past her shoulders in beautiful black locks. Her height is about 5'4, yes she is somewhat short, but she prefers the term "fun sized". She weighs in at about 115lbs, which isn`t too awfully skinny. She likes her weight, because she feels if she happens to gain a pound or too, she still won`t be "over weight". She has two tattoos, and she got them whenever she was sixteen,as birthday presents from her best friend. One is located on her neck, and it says,"Let it be". The second one is located on her right wrist and it is the infinity sign with "Dream" in it and three black doves beside the infinity sign. It is,by far her favorite one she got. She does have her hips pierced, and her ears. She does have a few scars simply in her everyday life at some point she was bound to get hurt, and well she has many times. Sapphire is a wild,free spirited girl. She enjoys nature, believe it or not she`s actually pretty down to earth. She`s very free when it comes to being held back or down, she never takes what others say to heart, she found once you stop caring, the happier you`ll be. That`s her motto, it seems it fits her well. All around, Sapphire is a sweet down to earth girl who knows how to party and enjoy life.Her past..Is well her past. Nothing to tragic happen, she lived in a larger house hold; her mother, father, one younger brother(Alex) and two older sisters( Amy and Ally), then her, stuck in the middle. It was never fun being stuck in the middle, but it did have it`s advantages. Because her mother and father were either fighting to keep her sisters in at night, or putting her brothers to bed. That being said, it was much easier to sneak out. That`s where a few of her scars came from, once she was sneaking out her window and she slid as she was going down the roof(like the porch roof) and a nail caught her arm. Anyway, she did get caught a few times, but they never did more than ground her for about a week. Her mother is Emily Rose Jones her father is Mack Allen Jones. Her sisters are Ally and Amy, they are twins, then there is her younger brother, Alex. Sapphire doesn`t really have much of a "love life". She does have a few exes, yes, and a few hook ups here and there, but nothing serious. She does have one crush, and that`s Jay(Henry). She`s not one who goes seeking love, she lets love find her. She doesn`t believe in having to fight for anyone, and she won`t. If he is truly meant to be hers, she shouldn`t have to fight to keep him hers. A few of her likes include: music,singing,fighting, hot chocolate, cuddling, baking - cooking, drawing, writing, and hugging. A few of her dislikes include; the dark, small spaces, back stabbers, rude people, show offs, being alone, and the lake/sea.She fears the dark..No, let me refrase. She fears what`s in the dark. It don`t matter how "childish" she sounds, because it`s very much true. She hates being alone. Hate. It. She will scream at you to leave her alone, and the worst thing you can do? Listen to her and leave. She also has a fear of water.

Ｔｈｅ ｂｅａｓｔ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ

Sapphire`s a somewhat smaller wolf when it comes to height. She may be small, but she makes up in speed and fighting. Because she is somewhat smaller, it`s easier for her to move out of another wolf`s grasp, or she can get in smaller places while she waits for her time to attack. Her fur is snow-white, but in a few places the tips of her fur have a black/charcoal colored tint to them. Her eyes, in wolf form are the same hazel, but slightly more on the green side rather then brown.

© form credit; me
© Writing credit; Me
© Character credit; Me
© Image credit; Rightful owners

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ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu.

{.{ n a m e }.}

• "Bennie. Inspired by Bennie and the Jets."
[ Her parents thought it would be cute. And
guess what. It was. And a plus? Bennie and
the Jets was the song they danced to when
first meeting at an Elton John concert. Ironic?
No, more like sentimental. She personally likes
the name and is pleased when she can tell some-
one that yes, her name indeed means more than
a meer name. ]

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

• "You've wounded my pride, soldier."
[ I can say without a doubt in my mind that
dear Bennie is indeed a female, girl, woman,
whatever you wanna call it. True, she does
have a boy's name, and teachers do get
confused when they give out role call and see
a girl responding to the name 'Bennie' but she
has all the parts to say she's a girl. She's not
the type to show things off like that, so no
proof will be given; you'll just have to take
her word for it. ]

{.{ a g e }.}

• "They say the teen years are tough."
[ Luckily for Ben, she's more than half way
through with them. She's just reached the age
of eighteen, so no parents control her and she
doesnt have to continue with school. She was
born on a cold afternoon, on the fourth of
February in 1994. Inspite all the freedoms that
come with her age, a part of her doesnt want
such freedoms, though it makes being a wolf
much, much easier. She wants to be a child
again, to go back to the fifth grade and not
have any responsibilities. She wants to be
grounded once more. Young. ]

{.{ r a n k }.}

• "I'm the new girl in town, no pack."
[ She came to town last week, her biter and
old alpha belonging to another pack that perished
by the hunters. She is currently a lone wolf, but
her hopes like with joining Aaron's pack. As much
as she loved it before, she's tired of running rogue
and lone. She's ready to settle down again and
grow relationships with some actual humans not
the other wolves in the forest she lived in for so
many months and year. ]

{.{ t r a i t s }.}

• "Take me as I am or don't take me at all."
[ She's got some good qualities to herself.
One of them being her compassion. Her heart to
many people is one to worship. She is also very
quaint, easy going and optimistic towards just
about everything. However, she has alot of poor
qualities. For instance, she has a tendancy to follow
others' lead instead of taking her own road, or
get angered by the simplest things, or lie more
than say the truth, or even exaggerate too much.
She's still a great person to be around. You've just
got to be as open minded as she is. ]

{.{ l o v e . l i f e }.}

• "Let's skip this question."
[ Bennie is heterosexual, interested in guys
rather than in girls. She is currently not in a
relationship nor does she have a crush. She
doesn't plan on having one. ]

ѕσ тєℓℓ мє ωнαт нαρρєηє∂.

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

• "I can't say I hate it."
[ On the evening of my transformation, I have to admit I was so scared, but, for a different reason. My parents were right down the hall. What if I lost control of myself? What if I... At the time I couldnt bear bring myself to think of what might have happened. That's why I sprang out my window when I knew my time for the shifting was on its near way. I can still hear Estella's whimpering after I dissapeared; she's always been a people dependant person. You see, I knew this was going to happen. Heck, I asked for it. You see, I'm a very open minded person. Observant too, as some friends of mine used to say about me. Wait, umm, this story is getting all jumbled up. Can I start from the beginning?
June seventeenth, two thousand and one. I know this sounds corney but the first day those girls who ruled the junglegym accepted me into their little group was the same day I was introduced to Jeremy Rowlee. I swere, I had never seen him before then, and this was probably because he was a transfer student, and the first day he came to school, I day I happened to be absent, he had had to go home early with this strange sickness. As his parents had explained to the elementary school office, "think of it as a girl getting her cycle in fifth grade. early bloomer." I didn't pay much attention to that though, because the day the girls accepted me was his day back. He was so... cute, I have to admit. I fell head over heels, and I think he did for me, the best of friends we became. For all the rest of fifth grade we ate together in the cafeteria and sat and talked at the picnic benches all lunch and recess. The magic of fifth grade, huh? Well our relationship lasted all through middle school, all the way up to junior year, both of us still top of the leagues as social status went. Jeremy, his very athletic self, not captain but co-captian of the football team, regular member of te basketball team, and goalie for the water polo team, me captain of the water polo varsity team, most known and one with most friends in the school, and an occassional member for the dance team. Neither of us were snotty like the kind of popular teens you see in the movies. No, me and Jer were humble, treating everyone around us as our own friends.
Well, I think its safe to say now that Jeremy had been a werewolf since the fifth grade, hense why he was gone for so long, his body was just recognizing the genes passed down from his parents. I was oblivios of all this through middle school, and when freshmen year hit I was beginning to grow restless with suspicion about our whole situation. I know, I must have sounded so crazy to my friends when I was going on about how I thought my boyfriend was some mythical creature only heard about in books and movies. I mean, could you blame me? During full moons, he was never around. He had some wierd strength, hense all the sports teams he committed himself to. He had this pack orientated self about him; he always put his friends and family first, which I used to think was sweet, but after time it seemed to me that it was more of an instinct to shield his mother or sister or whoever even when it meant his life could be taken away.
Name one girl who hasnt gotten nosy when it came to her boyfriend. I mean, I should have trusted him more; we'd been together since the fifth grade, but a part of my was eager to find out what exactly he wa hiding from me, his best friend. I hid on his room, right outside his bedroom window, where we used to meet at night, and found him in his room, shifting into a giant werewolf. Obviously he saw me after and explained to me everything. He was the alpha of his own werewolf pack, and who were the other werewolves? The people who were around me everyday. My whole circle of friends were werewolves except me. I told him I wanted to join, and the night he bit me he and his pack were all killed by a werewolf hunter.
The night that I shifted I ran away. I went rogue, living in solely my wolf form for as long as I can remember, Estella padding along at my side in our destinationless walks. Now, even the taste of elk flesh doesnt even taste that gross anymore. I'd gotten tired of stealing from humans; to see the desperation on their faces was just too much. I became all wolf; and then, I found this place. After scoping the land for some time, I found Denali was a werewolf, alpha of a pack of her own. I've admitted myself to high school, gotten myself a very, very small apartment, bought Estella a little bed to sleep in [ I sleep on the couch, not affording a bed ], and set myself up for a chance to no longer be a lone wolf. ]

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form [c] [ кαтηιѕѕ.єνєrdєєη ]
character [c] indefinite,
( indefinite let me use her )
edits [c] indefinite,
form idea [c] Kat.

[kuromi.]

Reserve a female spot please? c:

[ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅｄ;;]

{ Sorry I vanished off the face of Earth, we didn`t have internet..}

[azhefa.]

Is this going to start soon?

[Daisy.Chain]

Zara is my name, I will not accept anything else, No nicknames, No abbreviations, Just Zara! I’ve tried the whole cutesy nicknames, but all that comes out of it is ‘Rah Rah’ or ‘zar’, they are hardly nicknames if you ask me. Now that we are on the same page about my name, I’ll tell you about myself, I guess?

I’m a quiet, shy girl who suffers from frequent ‘social, awkwardness’. I know, I make it sound like a disease, but believe me, I wish it was! I guess, I just never had the opportunity to live a normal life, like going to regular school, or having a mortal best friend to go shopping with or to paint each other’s nails. No, no, no, instead I lived amongst savage carnivores who enjoyed shedding innocent blood for fun and amusement. Instead my best friend was my conscious. Yes, I’m talking about that little voice inside your head that tells you right from wrong. Obviously you’re thinking I’m mentally unstable, but I feel as though my sanity is no more disrupted then your own. You see, I’ve seen the unthinkable, lived the unliveable, witnessed the unspeakable, yet I remain unfazed, and civil. I take each day like any other, no matter what is thrown my way, for I am a beast, a savage, and an irreversible mistake….



What a life right? Sounds like a carefree life as a werewolf doesn’t it? Nope, there isn’t a positive word that comes in the definition of a werewolf. Our kind is fabled in folklore and superstition that are able to assume wolf form at will which is the result of our bewitchment or curse. The ‘curse’ is transferred through blood line or can be transferred when a werewolf penetrates the direct skin of an unaffected human. Which means, there is no way out of it! I’ll be nothing more than a werewolf for as long as I live. You humans have it easy. You all are able to take for granted what we desire most, which is ‘Mortality’. I couldn’t even imagine a life without having to eat your food raw, or craving blood twenty-four, seven. It nearly seems impossible in the minds of us werewolves to live like you do.

Anyways, my life started when my parents; who were both born werewolves, decided that they wanted to have a baby, just to ruin it's life by passing on the curse so it could live its life as an immortal beast. Yay best idea ever! Lucky for me I was born in human form, opposed to pup form. Apparently if you’re born in pup form, you stay as a pup until you are of age, same goes for if you’re born in human form, you can’t change into a wolf until you are of age, which I believe was four for me…. I think? Despite that, my parents are the greatest people to have walked on all four. They always loved me a little too much, but it never hurt anything. I always wished that I was born from mortal parents, but I am quick to dismiss the thought of being born from anyone other than my own mother!

So, how's this? Last year on my seventeenth birthday I was kicked from the pack, because apparently I was a ‘threat’. They said because I wasn’t claimed that I would attract other brutes to the pack or whatever. So obviously I left the pack and my parents begged the alpha to allow me to stay but he refused. My parents were more fazed by the situation then I was. I really didn’t have a care in the word to be honest. Until I another Alpha. My insecurities over powered my decisions and next minute I found myself asking to be in his pack which happened to be in a national park? So I guess I’m a subordinate in his pack now. I’ve only met The alpha and I’ve briefly met A few others so far, but hopefully my ‘social awkwardness’ won’t get in the way of meeting the others that are bound to this pack.


Let's try and make this part more like a from as opposed to my diary entry that I seem too have been developing…. Woops xx
Hair: well, ok I have long wavy brunette hair that just passes my belly button. People are always telling me how much they wished they had my hair, but I’m just like “I want to cut it all off!” but I’ve never had the guts actually cut it, sooooo I guess it will just remain a pain to maintain.
Eyes: My eyes are hazel. They flicker through a rich brown to an enlightened gold depending on my mood and also the weather. I have dark eyelashes that perfectly compliment my eyes but I wish that my lashes were a little longer.
Other: Without sounding to up tight, I believe I have an average/nice figure, although my height as well as being a little on the thin side can be a little off putting. I lack curves, and I admit it, but there isn’t much I can do at this rate. Ok, don’t judge me but this will definitely be one of the weirdest thing you will hear someone complain about, but I hate my elbows! They are pointy, and wrinkly and ugly. I wish that elbows looked someone decent on me, but no, they look out of proportion to the rest of my arms. I warn you, just don’t say anything referring to my arms, please!




I'm your average black wolf and I weight 35kg and I m 70cm tall. My pelt is a glossed black, highlighted on the tips with a light brown, which is the result of sun bleach. My eyes are a mesmerizing gold but can also change into a dark brown on cold days. That’s really all I have to say about my wolf form. I hate being a wolf and I rather not talk about it, so end of discussion xx
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The name is Hunter, but just call me whatever you feel like. I’m usually called ‘Bear’ or ‘Beast’ because of my characteristics and appearance. I’m just the kind that comes off a little more aggressive then what others would be used to. If you have been a wolf awhile, then you would understand that intimidation is a part of our skills to overpower our prey and enemies, so guys, sorry but it comes naturally. Live it, and love it or fight it, and cry it.

About me? Alright then….I am the type of guy that has a short temper and won’t tolerate ignorance and annoyance. Don’t get me wrong, I’m patient and such, but I can just loose it over the smallest of things. I will have a joke every now and again but I believe in obedience and self-control over ones actions. When it comes to my social life, I consider myself to be quite the people person. I enjoy company and socializing, but I have boundaries of how long I will up hold a conversation. In terms of being a blood-thirsty wolf, I think it’s kind of cool. Girls tend to think the least of being a wolf in comparison to us guys who enjoy being a strong, fit, fast four-legged creature. Trust me, it’s a real chick magnet….



My past isn’t a place that many people can enter. It’s a dark dreadful place that can consume your soul in an instant. But if you insist, then I’ll let you in….

I was once a Beta in a Pack. This pack was like any other, there was the Alpha, the Beta’s, as well the subordinates. The Alpha (My brother) and myself hadn’t any mates or any claimed Faes at the time so whenever we rounded up another Fae to join our pack, we were both pretty competitive to woo the girls affection. My brother of course was the main attraction for the girls, but none of them every fell for him or visor versa. There was this one Girl though, that I had found as a loner that had the bluest of eyes and the darkest and longest of hair. She was absolutely flaw less in every aspect. Immediately I fell for her and together we bonded like no other. My brother of course felt exactly the same for this gorgeous girl. At the time it seemed obvious that if the girls was given a choice of how she would choose to live the rest of her life, that she wound choose to be an Alpha with my brother. It only took about a year before my brother took the girl and asked her to be his. The Fae unexpectedly turned around and declined his offer. It was quiet after that for about 3 months, until the girl finally came up and spoke to me. It had been months since she had spoken to anyone. She had remained a mute up until this point.

This girl and I finally went back to our old ways, Talking, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company. My feelings for her were strong but I kept them hidden until I knew that both of us could handle it. When she finally spoke her mind, we admitted our feeling for each other, although we choose to keep it on the down low. My brother had kept sane, but he refused to talk to the girl after such rejection. He had taken it as an insult and believed the girl was not worth a waste of his breath. A year later I finally asked the girl to marry me and she agreed. After telling my brother about our news, he lost it. Never in my life had I seen him so mad.

The Morning of our wedding I awoke and went for a walk, like I did every morning. The pack seemed carelessly asleep and my wife to be was what had seemed to be asleep in her room. That morning I hadn’t bothered to go to her room to wake her up, instead I cooked a super huge breakfast for the whole house hold to enjoy before the big event. The next person to wake up in the morning was my brother. He had seemed to wake up in a better mood as well as acting a little bit happier. But I couldn’t help but notice the overly satisfied expression on his face as well as the blood stains in his nails. Approaching me, my brother shook my hand and congratulated me on the marriage. Now, I was freaked out. With a horrific laugh my brother walked into the next room. Picking up a platter of food I carried it up to my wife to be’s room. As I opened the door to her room, my heart sank… Their lying dead on the bed was my wife to be. Dropping the platter I rushed to her side to see the word ‘revenge’ carved into her forearm. Turning around, standing in the door way was my brother with a spiteful smile, displayed against his face.

Next thing, I remember was waking up outside in the dark next to a river. As I stood up, I noticed my hands caked in dried blood. Scanning the area I noticed a body about 3 meters away. The body layed face down, in the mud. Kicking the body over, it revealed the body of my brother. The blood on my hands wasn’t mine, it was my brothers….. I had killed him. Everything I had once loved was now gone.

The next 6 months I lived in the woods alone, acting more wild and animal-like then any other animal in the forest. Eventually I ran into other loners in the forest who, I guess calmed me down after months of acting so psychotic. When I realized that the way that I was living wasn’t healthy I found the national park, which is where I found The alpha and the crew who made me a subordinate. They took me in not knowing my story, I hadn’t lied to him about my past, I just simply didn’t mention anything that he and myself didn’t want to hear…


Eyes: My eye color is what I would consider to be a grey but I would think that the appropriate color would be blue or hazel? I have deep almond shaped eyes that compliment my angular cheekbones.
Hair: You will find my hair always short, and messy. My brown hair darkens nearly to a black during winter but then lightens to the color of a hazel nut in summer.
Likes: I take fascination nature. I enjoy the outdoor and will prefer it over living indoors
Dislikes: Thinking about my past. Talking about my past. People asking me about my past and having to completely ignore (skip over) that aspect of life when telling people about my past.
Other: I have a huge scare on the outside of my hand in the shape of an X from where my brother engraved into my hand during our battle.
Age: I am twenty-one years old. I was born June 27th 1992.



If it is not yet obvious to you, I am a wolf. Being a wolf I must say has its benefits. We are four three times as strong, four times as fast, two times fitter and five times more aware of our surroundings. Lucky for me, I have a dark glossed black coat, which acts as a camouflage during the night. My bight illuminative eyes acts as a lure to my prey, and my huge body acts as a intimidating boundary. I weigh 50kg and I measure 90cm tall. My height and weight seems to be the average measure for a wolf of my age.