☾The Only Refuge We Have ☾{ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS}

[Scarebear12]

This...
This is a safe place.
This is a place where creatures like me,
Creatures like us,
can finally live a normal life. Or as normal as it can be.
This place is a save haven.
The humans call it The Dark Forest, but it is home to those who no longer have one.
Everyone here has been guided here. You cannot enter this place otherwise. We welcome outcasts, loners, mutants, and family's. Everyone is welcome here, if you can make it.
This is our place
Our only refuge.

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RULES:

- Follow all Tess rules.
- No Writing for other peoples characters!
- At least 1 paragraph for each response. More is better!
- If writing a response to someone who is talking, write as much as you can.
- Slight cussing is allowed
- You may have TWO characters, but you must play as both often.
- Black out things like birth, ect..
- More Rules as I think about them

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THINGS TO THINK ABOUT WHEN CREATING YOUR CHARACTER

- The Refuge is IN THE WOODS.
- The Refuge is split up by species. Each species has a different "Home Site".
- There are examples of species farther down. If your character is a species not on the list, by all means go for it! The species list is just a starting point. We can work out a Home Site for the species and I will add it to the list.
- Drama is going to happen. There also can be NPC enemies. (Attacking Zombie Hoard, Wild animals, ect.)

Fill out this form and PM it to me. I will review it and will let you know if it is accepted, or how you can change it.

Name:
Species:
Gender:
Age:
Hair:
Eyes:
Appearance:
Magical abilities (If Any):
Weapons (If Any):
Personality:
Good Traits:
Bad Traits:
Any Skills? (NOT Magical Powers. Just stuff like building fires or something):
Hobbies:
Background:
Previous inhabitant or Newcomer: (If previous Inhabitant, please explain how you came to the Refuge)
Please respond to this as if it were in the RP. This will allow me to see your writing skills. This does not have to be your character:
The woman lowered her dagger slightly as you said that. She brushed a stray strand of platinum blond hair out of her piercing blue eyes. "Explain why you were trying to steal my apples. Now." She said in a low voice, stepping closer to you.

Species List
This is just a list of examples and their Home Sites. Feel Free to be whatever race you want.

Humans - Tents
Werewolves - West Cave Complex
Vampires - Vampire Lair
Elves - Large Tree Complex
Demons - Fiery Depths
Mages/Wizards - Wizard Tower
Dragons/Dragonborne - Dragon Roost
Angels - White Cloud Base
Dark Angels - Storm Cloud Base
Demigods - Temple
Dwarves - East Cave Complex
Ghosts - Graveyard
Halflings - Either West Caves or Vamp Base
Half Animals - Wherever they like



There are certain limit amounts on some races.


*LIST TO EXPAND AS PEOPLE JOIN*
Humans
1)
2)
3)

Werewolves
Alpha) Silver -- scarebear12
Beta M)
Beta F)
Gamma M)
Gamma F)
Omegas [Unlimited])


CHARACTERS

Username: scarebear12
Name: You will know her as Silver.
Species: Werewolf subspecies known as "Silver Wolves" Named this because of their bright silver coats in wolf form.
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Hair: Dark brown. Long and straight, reaching to her waist.
Eyes: Bright Green when a human. Gold when a wolf or when tapping into wolf powers.
Appearance: Silver is relatively tall. She normally wears dark clothing, and always is wearing a black cloak that has been enchanted to melt into her fur when she's shifting to make her bright fur a more normal wolf color. She has a complicated runic tattoo type mark running up her right arm.
Magical abilities (If Any): Along with the silver fur mutation, Silver Wolves also develop powers, indicated by the black marking on their arm, shoulder, or upper back. Silver has control over the weather as well as a telekinetic blue energy.
Weapons (If Any): A pair of silver katanas with jagged runes running up the blades.
Personality: Silver generally keeps to herself. Her past is a secret to many, and she generally doesn't talk much. It takes some persistence to become her friend. She does smile and laugh, just not very often and never with close friends.
Good Traits: Protective, Quick, Kind
Bad Traits: Instinctive, Pessimistic,
Any Skills? (NOT Magical Powers. Just stuff like building fires or something): Really good at surviving on her own. Swimming.
Hobbies: Drawing.
Background: Most of it remains a mystery, however, what you should know is that her entire pack was murdered when she was 9, and had been surviving by herself since then.
Previous inhabitant or Newcomer: Silver founded the Refuge when she realized that there was no protected area for Supers in this area. She is in charge of the Werewolf pack, and is generally in control of the whole area. She lets other leaders do what they want unless it could threaten the refuge.

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FINAL THOUGHTS
If you want to be a silver wolf you MUST CONTACT ME. This is my own species and I have some separate rules.
I will post your form under the Characters Section if it is approved.
Please do not bump! I will bump when necessary.
Please be patient if I do not respond right away. I do have an actual life.

Once there are 5 people we can start :33

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[Scarebear12]

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CHARACTERS

Username: Metronome
Name: Khari Obobanjo
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Nationality: West African

Previous inhabitant or Newcomer: He's been around a while.

Role: Widely considered to be the humans' leader.

Hair: Dark brown and black, worn in dreadlocks.

Eyes: Dark brown

Appearance: Khari is a fairly large man, standing at 6'2" and muscular. His skin is dark brown, his hair about shoulder length. Khari wears whatever is available to him, usually t-shirts and old blue jeans. He can and often does go without shoes, as he often did as a child.

Weapons: Khari won't be found within twenty feet of a gun, but he does carry a large hunting knife.

Personality: Khari has a serious nature, and always has. Having been deprived of his childhood, one could say that he has always been an adult. He looks after the humans of the forest as if they were his family, and to him, they are. He makes sure the children have time set aside for fun and play, something that he himself never got. He makes sure the older members share the weight of the community equally, and that no one is overworks. Except himself, perhaps.

It's been said that Khari fears nothing within the forest, for nothing can be scarier than war. Whether or not that's true, Khari does seem to have a brave heart, never letting others see his fears or weaknesses. And they are there. While not as bad as they used to be, Khari will sometimes have nightmares about the past, or even flashbacks while he's awake. Because of this, he often separates himself from his people when he sleeps, so they don't find out about it. It's not something he really wants to talk about.

Good Traits:
Attentive
Nurturing
Protective
Brave
Intelligent

Bad Traits:
Bottles up emotion
Stern
Hard on himself

Skills: Khari is a very good fighter, although he'd rather solve his problems peacefully. He can start fires, hunt, cook, and build shelters all with the things found on the forest floor. He hasn't lived more than a handful of days inside in his life.

Hobbies: Likes to whittle

Background:

It's not something Khari likes talking about, but he will if coaxed. He was born in a small village in West Africa, in a country plagued by the war. Their village was protected by government troops, until the troops fell and the rebel militia took over. It was a dark time: men and young boys were seized, forced to join the rebel troops, women were abused and killed. Khari was only four when it began, and six when the government finally came and fought the rebels off. The village thought they were saved. They weren't.

Most of the villagers had already fled during the take over, and the government troops assumed whoever remained were aligned with the rebels. The massacre began. Khari's mother told him to run as fast and far as he could, and never to look back. He can only assume she was killed.

Khari escaped into the countryside and lived off the land for a little while. He wasn't happy, but he wasn't particularly unhappy either. He figured he'd live that way forever, until he came across a rebel military faction. They captured him and forced him into the ranks of their mercenary battalion; at age seven, Khari became a child soldier.

The next five years passed in a blur. The battalion took towns, ambushed troops, killed mercilessly and indiscriminately. Khari learned to shoot a gun as easy as one drinks water. The absentminded killing is something that still haunted Khari to this day. How could he have ever been capable of such things?

He was twelve when his battalion was captured by government troops. The adults were detained, and the children were missionary orphanages. He lived there for about a year, learning things that he should have learned as a child: reading, writing, math, ect. He was adopted by the age of thirteen by a rich couple in America. Khari wasn't to thrilled about being shipped out of the country, and when he arrived at his new home, he had trouble to give. His new parents didn't know of his past, other than it had been trouble. Khari figured they expected a frightened child, and what they got instead was a monster. He never slept in his bed, preferring the hammock in the back yard. He never behaved when they attended fancy get together, not appreciating being shown around like a new, expensive purse.

He eventually ran away. Khari wandered into the nearby forest and began making himself a new life there. He figured he would make a shelter and live off the land until he died. On the second night, he was approached by the old leader of the humans, who took him in and brought him to the refuge. Here, he was excepted. Slowly, Khari grew out of the violence, and the state of shock that he seemed to constantly be in. He became a human being rather than a weapon. He learned how to care, and be cared for. And eventually, he became the village leader.

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Username: Scarlet DragonEyes
Name: Jace Thatcher
Species: Half-Animal (Foxbat)
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Hair: Brown with blondish highlights. His hair is short and layered.
Eyes: He has eyes that are deep dark blue that look almost brown in the day and turn scarlet at night. They seem to somewhat glow during both times of the day.
Appearance: Has a shoulder-cut-off, black leather jacket and black basketball shorts to keep his clothing light. No under shirt. He has slit long holes in the back of his leather jacket to wear during flight. He has sharpened his canine teeth to give a more threatening appearance. Is 6'3 and weighs 140, some of his bones in his body are hallow. White trailing tattoos found flowingly around his body in sharp ending swirls. His wings appear "dragon-like" though, they are actually related to a bat. Wide wingspan, about 24 feet.
Magical abilities (If Any): His tattoos heal him as blood passes though the tattoos throughout the body. Not instantly. Deep wounds take about two or more days to heal fully. His wings also change color based on the surroundings. Ex: It's night, his wings are black. It's day, his wings are white.
Weapons (If Any): Has custom made arm blades. They are black long blades that travel down to his knee. They have gold running along the spine of the blades. The blade itself is shaped like a Kopis Sword.
Personality: Not shy at all. He's a show-off due to being free from having to hide himself from the rest of the world for so long. He's unsure how others think of him, so he feels insecure, though it doesn't often show.
Good Traits: A listener, he often closes his eyes when someone is lecturing about something to visually image what they're talking about. He can be a leader when no one else will.
Bad Traits: Not one for running. Can't understand sarcasm at all, he's gullible.
Any Skills? (NOT Magical Powers. Just stuff like building fires or something): Abdominal and leg strength. Is flexible. Quick decision skills, often great at coming up with ideas. Can see well in the darkness. He knows how to perform several hand-to-hand combat moves.
Hobbies: Has a secret love for animals, mostly to birds since he feels more related to them than a human. Watching the birds is originally how he learned how to fly.
Background: Is often unsure of who his parents were. He was passed on as a child from one family to another due to his strange traits. Parents couldn't understand him, and often either were afraid or rejected him from being quiet and uncanny. He was also a handful to keep a secret. At age fourteen, his wings had developed enough for him to leave behind his rejected life and start a more reassuring one.
Previous inhabitant or Newcomer: (If previous Inhabitant, please explain how you came to the Refuge): Flew to this area, only flying at nights. He found the land was segregated into specific sections based on their race. Was he a race? He wasn't so sure...