the truth about Shakespeare. open.

[kitsune,]

excellenté c: I'm glad you're reserving spots c:

[mikko;]

<<could I change it to the nurse, please? the character I chose is more fitting for it. >~< sorry for any possible confusion.

[kona.]

Ｎａｍｅ?
"My name is Raven Samantha Montague.
But i like to be called Raven. "

[face claim;; Jennifer Lawrence ]

Ａｇｅ?
"I appear to be around nineteen or twenty, but I'm really one hundred and thirty years old. Fairly young for a vampire."



Ｃｒｕｓｈ?
"I have none."


Ｗｈｏ ａｍ Ｉ?
"I'm not an outgoing person. I don't go out of my way to meet people or talk to them. I have a few very close friends, and that's it. I don't trust people easily, and honestly sometimes I hate who i am. I didn't want to be like this. I don't want to be a vampire. But i am, so i have to live with it. I can be a kind person, if I really want to be. Usually I just stay out of things and observe, but sometimes I really do try to help people. I don't want to hurt anybody. I don't like hurting people. I can get scared easily, by certain thing. Or people, rather. I am not particularly in favor of the Capulet and Montague feud, or war, rather. I don't like to be in the middle of it. Any time i try to be nice to a Capulet, I get punished. I just try to be nice, but no. Being nice to a werewolf is wrong. I hate it. But what can I do? "



Ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｍｙ ｓｔｏｒｙ?
"Well, I've been a Montague for about one hundred and ten years now. I think my original last name was Salvatore, but I'm not sure, it was so long ago. I was around nineteen when I was turned, as far as I can remember. Hey, a hundred and ten years ago is a long time. Memories fade. But when i was turned, I was asked forced, to join the family. It wasn't really my choice. So i've been a Montague for a while. I never really involved myself in the war, but i've been dragged in more and more each day. Each side is getting more and more agitated. I don't know what is going to happen. Before I was turned, i had two older brothers, and of course, two parents. I still miss them every day. But the pain of loss has lessened over the years. I have learned to let go. "

[kitsune,]

so you want the nurse?c: anyone else? c: and okay Baskerville c:

[Doordox]

((Could I play a mercutio type character?

[kitsune,]

of course c:

[Lady Grifter]

"Look like the innocent flower, and be the serpent underneath't." ~Lady Macbeth

Name: Cecily Du Maurier-Montague
Age: Five-Hundred and Fourteen years in counting
Rank: Second in Command
Family: Montague {Cousin to Thayer}
Chosen: N/A

Personality:
A wolf in sheep's clothing.
Soft-spoken and graceful, Cecily is the picture of innocence upon first inspection. Born into a family of nobility, she learnt to guard her tongue from the moment she could speak. A master of masks, Cecily hides easily behind doe-like smiles and kind words, gaining what she wishes through the manipulation of others. She holds herself as a Queen whilst giving the appearance of a porcelain doll, beautiful and fragile. She greets all with the same tender smile, speaking so softly that one must lean close to hear her; adding an intimacy to the conversation that was not previously there. But behind the smiles and kind words, is a woman slyly pulling all of the strings from under you. Life is a game to her, and if you wish to stay at her side you must always play it smarter and better than all others. Calm and composed, there is never a moment where Cecily isn't inhumanly graceful and elegant in both presence and movement. Although mysterious and scheming, there is an odd sense of comfort and safety that radiates from her at all times; just inviting you to trust her. Raised in the French, and later English, court, Cecily speaks Latin, Greek, French, and English to a scholar's ability.
Appearance:
Slim and tall in figure, she was blessed with the unique beauty that distinguished her family from the others of the land. Long blonde hair, straight as straw and white as snow frame a soft, heart-shaped face, colored as pale as fine marble, with iridescent eyes of violet and blue; her father's men often described her as winter personified. She became well aware of her unique and distinctive beauty in her later years, often using it to her advantage, whilst playing oblivious to it all. Adorning her graceful figure in silks and laces of lavenders, greys and whites, Cecily's outfits over reveal more than they hide. Her most signature attribute is her family's crest, cut into moonstone and clasped in silver on a short chain around her throat. Despite such an innocent composure, Cecily is very rarely unarmed. A blade crafted to rest cradled between her breasts is often over-looked as jewelry and is paired to twin knives held to her wrist in ornate cuffs.

[kitsune,]

accepted c:

[kitsune,]

le bump c:

[broken*]

Name;;

Phoebe Jessica Scott. Her parents had no real reason for her first name, except for the fact that they came across it while reading the Bible one day and fell in love with how it sounded. Her middle name comes from her mother's sister, who dies of breast cancer several years before the child was born. So it's a form of respect. And her last name is obviously her father's family name.

Age;;

Phoebe is currently seventeen years old, quite young, even for a werewolf. She was born on February 11th, 1997. She first phased at the age of fifteen, meaning she has only been able to do so for a little over a year, as of the moment.

Gender;;

Phoebe is most certainly a female. A girl. A young woman. A lady. Whatever you want to call it. She is NOT male.

Rank;;

Phoebe is a mere subordinate in her pack, but she is known as quite an amazing fighter, even with her gender 'hardship'.

Family;;

Phoebe has no siblings, neither older nor younger, meaning that she is an only child. Her mother, Mary, passed away due to a sudden heart attack about three years ago, and her father, Richard, passed away just a bit under a year ago during one of the Capulet/Montague fights.

Crush;;

Sure, several of her male pack-mates are quite handsome, but they are all either too cocky or too boring in her mind.

Looks;;

Phoebe is a bit short, due to the fact that she is quite young, as well as the fact that she shifted at an early age. She stands at precisely five foot, four inches tall. Her body is quite lean, and muscular, yet she does have very nice curves for someone her age. Her skin is lighter than many, not quite fair but nearly. Her eyes are an icey shade of blue, very pale and cold looking, with various streaks of white running through them at odd places. Her hair is extremely light, however, a huge contrast with her skin tone. She appears to have gotten it from her mother's gene pool, for it is such a pale shade of blonde that it appears nearly white in most lights. She has it dyed a little bit at the bottom with hot pink tips. It is longer than most pack members allow their hair to be, stopping at her shoulders, but is a nice mixture of curly look as well as soft to the touch.

Personality;;

Believe it or not, Phoebe used to be what many adults would call a perfect little angel. She was a very sweet, kind young girl, always trying to help others whenever she could. She would take in injured animals that she came across, nurse them back to health, and them release them back into the wild. She was as kind as could be, always doing her best to be the best she could be to make her parents proud. However, when her mother died, her father blamed her, everyone did. She changed. No longer was she that sweet little girl. Perhaps she still exists deep down, but the only side of herself Phoebe ever shows now is the rebellious, uncaring side. She appears as though no one matters, and she could not care less what happens to those around her. She hates being ordered around, and often runs off before the alpha can force her into doing something, or at the very least will resist his commands as long as she can hold out for. She is snappy and rude, not afraid of voicing her opinions, no matter what the consequences for her words/actions are.

History;;

Phoebe does not really enjoy her past, but it is something that has shaped her into who she is today. Born into what appeared to be a normal family, she had no idea in her early life that any type of supernatural creature existed, aside from in fairytales and storybooks. She had no idea that her father was a werewolf, and a highly respected member of his pack, although her mother was aware; a human woman, however. The woods were a dangerous place, they were always told, so stay out of them, but of course, young Phoebe did not listen. She was curious. She wanted to explore. So when she was thirteen, she headed into the woods that were behind their old house, not aware that there was a vampire in the trees. Her mother, realizing where the girl had gone, raced after her, but was taken by surprise by the cold-one and had a heart attack. Thankfully, before the vampire could drain her, Phoebe's father and pack arrived, chasing her off, but it was too late. The woman was dead, and if they really thought about it, it was really the young girl's fault, for not listening as she should have.

::Name::
>"My name? Well that would be simple enough, I suppose. It's Stephen, Stephen James Montague. My mother used to call me James, both as a form of endearment as well as when she was angry at me. Most people just call me Stephen. It's not Steve, I hate that name, makes me sound old. So call me Stephen, that's it, no other options."<
::Age::
>"Currently, I am the age of Eighteen years old, but it's not exactly all that it's cracked up to be. Sure, legally I can drive, and smoke, and vote, and I have all of these 'freedoms', but really, what does that mean? I feel like I'm an eighty year old man some times, with what I've been through, but that's a tale for another time."<
::Gender::
>"Do you quite honestly believe that I am a female? Because you may want to get your vision checked, if that's the case, sweetie. I am most certainly a male, a boy, a guy, a man. I have all of the parts, and the high levels of testosterone, to prove it, but I'd rather not have to show you, sorry."<
::Appearance::
>"I am quite tall, standing precisely 6 foot 6 inches. My hair is medium-longish in length, the perfect length to do practically whatever I want with it, and is pure, midnight black. My skin has a natural glow/tan to it, and my body is covered in tons of muscles. What? I pride myself in the working out that I do, my physical fitness matters to me. Oh yeah, my eyes, well, they are light grey, with a hint of white within them."<
::Pets::
>"I have two pets at the moment, both of which are breeds of small cat. I also have a pet canine, but no one knows about him. He lives out in the forest, a stray dog of some sort; he is a dark black, long haired male that I call Busky. My two cats are a female and a male. The female is a tri-colored calico with green eyes; Lilith. The male is a creme color with dark markings, a siamese named King."<
::Personality::
>He is quite the mysterious guy, having many secrets that he doesn't really share with others, especially those regarding his emotions. He is quite good at keeping his feelings hidden, putting on a brave, calm face, things like that. He can be a huge goofball, loving to make other people laugh, even if it is in nontraditional ways or on accident. He secretly is a romantic at heart, but unless you broke through his walls, he would never let you know. He is a big animal lover, which is why he is so attached to his pets. <