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____[color=#666c5a][b]ＢＡＳＩＣＳ[/b][/color]__________________[/u]
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.[/color][/left][b]name :[/b] [i]clara josephine de'laurex[/i]
[b]nick names :[/b] [i]clara belle, lara[/i]
[b]age :[/b] [i]eighteen years old[/i]
[b]gender :[/b] [i]a rather lovely female[/i]
[b]mark :[/b] [i]a flower petal looking blob[/i]

[u]____[color=#666c5a][b]ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡ[/b][/color]________________[/u]
[b]first impression :[/b] [i]sophisticated[/i]
[b]pos :[/b] [i]charming, charismatic, assertive[/i]
[b]neg :[/b] [i]intimidating, brash, vain[/i]

[u]____[color=#666c5a][b]ＳＨＩＰＳ[/b][/color]____________________[/u]
[b]family :[/b] [i]karis her mother, dexter
her father, and brother ethan.[/i]
[b]friends :[/b] [i]to be announced[/i]
[b]enemies :[/b] [i]to be announced[/i]
[b]orientation :[/b] [i]straight[/i]
[b]crush :[/b] [i]to be announced[/i][/size]

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twin wolf sisters
opposites in personality
< bly : omaha for tall
fala : choctaw for short >

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ｎａｍｅ ▸
------ scout's honor.

☞ "please, call me scout."
☛ sam was searching for a unique name for the pup she salvaged from a bush on a stormy night. she wanted a name that would be remembered, well known amongst the other dogs within the city streets. she'd always liked the name 'scout' when sheheard a tale about a dog with that name, but she liked the famous saying 'scout's honor' better.

ａｇｅ ▸
------ seven years.

☞ "age doesn't define ability."
☛ same never truely knew the pup's exact age, but after asking some peers who had experienced pups before, it was said she was around four weeks of age. looking back on it all, scout doesnt really recall her exact age either, so she just goes with being told she's seven years old. she strongly believes though that such an older age doesnt mean she cant do anything less an older dog could do, and she'll happily prove it.

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ▸
------ female.

☞ "i'd be happy to show you the goods."
☛ scout has been unsure of alot of things in her life: her training, her age, her history, but never once has she thought she couldnt possibly be a female. her nimble, more lean body structure is defiantly so, along with her softer tongue and lady parts. she was jokin before, about happily showing you the goods; she's a very prideful dog, honest as well. you'll just have to take her word for it.

ｔｒａｉｎｉｎｇ ｓｃｏｒｅ ▸
------ eighty nine percential.

☞ "i find myself of the highest intermediate level."
☛ the moment scout first stepped out onto the streets, it showed she was a dog with skills. she has been one of the strongest and sharpest she could possibly be. scout could be at the top of her game, but she's as stubborn as a mule and doesnt take to trying new things lightly. if it werent for this slight flaw in the art of effort, she wouldnt be an eighty nine percentage, but yet perhaps even in the higher nineties?

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ▸
------ intreverted.

☞ "i find myself more interesting than others."
☛ scout was found alone, she trained alone {besides sam of course}, and in her mind, she will forever be alone. she is a rather intreverted pooch, seperating herself from others a great deal of the time. this is my her own choosing, of course. she seems to find that she can intertain herself more than she needs others to intertain her. because of this, she is very quick to think, having many time to do it. at a single moment in time, she could craft up some sort of infathimous scheme, play it all out in her head, and set her body to work right after. she's strong willed like that, built and ready to take on any task at hand, an for many, she is admired for such a heroic attribute. its not common with dogs such as herself. she's really a sarcastic type, most of her jeers purposly meant to sting just a bit, but all in all she's a real jokester if you play your cards right with her. also unlike other dogs, she hasnt a soft side within that hard shell of hers. its all buff and beast that comes within her, and she shows no way of trying to tone it down. it comes in handy though, just as she does within battle. inspite her aggrivating exposure, she's a dog you want to keep around in your life.

ｓｉｇｎｉｆｉｃａｎｔ ｏｔｈｅｒ ▸
------ none.

☞ "who needs a male in the picture?"
☛ scout doesn believe in that sort of love. the only love she feels is towards her life as a stray, oddly enough; i guess its a freedom thing. she's never experienced such a thing, nor plans to in the near future. it isnt some sort of 'hidden past' type of thing, nor is it a tale of a broken heart, just her mind set that she doesnt need anybody but herself and her goals to complete her life.

ｋｉｎ ▸
------ none.

☞ "never knew 'em."
☛ no one, not even scout herself knows of her history. she doesnt really mind though. she more of a 'the past is in the past' type of gal anyways. but because of all that, she doesnt know of any living or dead kin. she figures she obviously had a mother and father, and perhaps even a couple siblings, considering she is a large breed dog and they have larger litters, but she's seen no familiar faces or names. like i said though, she doesnt really mind by it all. she focused on her work.

ｏｔｈｅｒ ▸
------ nope.

☞ "nah, you basically covered it all."
☛ i think thats just about it. i like this roleplay, i really do. its unique, not something i've ever seen or heard about. i cant wait for it to get started. i only wish though that its the real type of semi-literate, the two paragraphs, rather than the three line type. i'd hate to quit because its too little for me to work with.

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© of the character goes to me.
© of setup ideas goes to ∞ αи∂ в є у σ и ∂.
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meet lottie karin ellsworth, the gal
who's got class and sass, the one
who plays the role as the one who
seems to know where she's going
and just how she's going to get
there. she's got it all figured out,
or so she plays everyone into
believing. in truth, she's quite lost.
upon her growing up as a mermaid
her entire life, only trading in her
golden tail for human legs about a
year ago. on her first day of real
school she made a rather large
impression amongst the rest of the
school, becoming the girl who's not
afraid of risks or making a mockery
of the people around her. she lives
for the attention that she's getting
on land that she did not in water.
back home under the sea, her own
parents ignored her childishness,
refusing to accept that they, of all
the other upper class in the pacific,
had a daughter so self-destructive.
and that's exactly what she is.

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meet alaska, the gal who
rules king boarding school in
oleal, washington. everyone
knows her but she refuses to
know only those useful to her.
she's always been a stand-
out in the crowd, always the
one to make a scene and grab
the attention of her peers.
she's often called the class
clown and isn't afraid to do
anything if it means get her
attention. she lives for it. but
she's a bit self-absorbed and
ruthless to others. but she's
quite quick minded and lost
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[center][size=80][b]full name:[/b] [color=#808080][i]alaska lucerval[/i][/color]
[b]nicknames:[/b] [color=#808080][i]just alaska[/i][/color]
[b]gender:[/b] [color=#808080][i]female; lady[/i][/color]
[b]age:[/b] [color=#808080][i]seventeen years[/i][/color]
[b]school rank:[/b] [color=#808080][i]the burnout[/i][/color]

[b]impression:[/b] [color=#808080][i]self-absored[/i][/color]
[b]main trait:[/b] [color=#808080][i]lost[/i][/color]
[b]pos. trait:[/b] [color=#808080][i]quick-witted[/i][/color]
[b]neg. trait:[/b] [color=#808080][i]arrogant[/i][/color]

[b]hair:[/b] [color=#808080][i]mahogany brown[/i][/color]
[b]eye:[/b] [color=#808080][i]coal black irises[/i][/color]
[b]body build:[/b] [color=#808080][i]nimble[/i][/color]
[b]clothing style:[/b] [color=#808080][i]grunge[/i][/color]

[b]family:[/b] [color=#808080][i]just a dad[/i][/color]
[b]friends:[/b] [color=#808080][i]to be decided[/i][/color]
[b]enemies:[/b] [color=#808080][i]to be decided[/i][/color]
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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 Ashland. After scoping the land for some time, I found Aaron Lowell was a werewolf, alpha of a pack of his own. I've admitted myself to Bayonne 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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