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Hello there, and welcome to the discussion and forms thread for Ɯαтcн уσυя ̶ρ̶̶α̶̶c̶к̶ вαcк! Here you may discuss the roleplay's progress, plots and events, ask any questions about the roleplay and interact with fellow members for collaborating story ideas for the RP. This thread is also where i will require everyone to post their forms, and don't forget that code-word mentioned on the actual role-play thread! It will help me later find your form if you make changes so i can edit the front of the page!

Qυιcĸ ɴoтeѕ:

✔ Werewolves can MIND-LINK with one another. This is how they communicate in wolf form. Only the pack can hear the mind-link (so no loners eaves dropping!), and if you chose to mind-link the whole pack can hear, so be careful!
✔ There is no limit in the role play to whom your character can love. But DO NOTE, werewolves are forbidden by pack law to be with a werewolf hunter. Common sense, right? Basically, a werewolf and a werewolf hunter CAN fall in love, whilst the werewolf is in human form, but if the hunter discovers that they are a werewolf, their instinct to kill, kicks in and it puts not only that werewolf, but the whole pack in danger. Make sense?
✔Werewolves may also love humans, but at the same risk of endangering the pack. If a human finds out, freaks and tells the whole town... guess who has to migrate? THE WHOLE PACK. So again, watch your back/pack!
✖Humans and werewolf hunters DO NOT have the ability to just "know" who is a werewolf, because then where would all the fun be?
✖Your characters may not just spontaneously combust and die... please, if you are going to exist my role play do so professionally and just let me know... maybe even do an exit post on how they had to leave town or something... i don't need 10 other members characters grieving over a lost character due to some beautifully written death all because someone lost their muse... and then comes back later.
✖DO NOT JOIN MY RP IF YOU CANNOT BE ACTIVE. Biggest pet peeve is when i get tons of forms and only end up with a few people because no one sticks to the commitment. I expect at least ONE post per week. That is not hard to do or a lot to ask in my opinion... If something comes up, PLEASE just tell me, i promise i wont get mad. I am a human too and i get life so don't think i wont understand, just keep me in the loop.

Thank you for reading! Now please, Begin!

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➣N A M E
Justin Camden Moore

➣G E N D E R
Male

➣A G E
18

➣S P E C I E S
Pure-Blood, 'Moore' Werewolf bloodline.

➣P A C K R A N K
Alpha Male

➣ＨＥＩＧＨＴ
6'3

➣F R I E N D S
To Justin, loyal pack members were friends... other then that, human friends were far and few. He had to watch his pack after all.
OPEN

➣E N E M I E S
Just don't get in his way
OPEN

➣C R U S H
Most girls flirt with Justin, but it has been awhile since one has stuck out long enough for him to actually crush on her.
OPEN

➣L O V E
People who have claimed they loved him hurt him the worst, Justin isn't sure he is capable of love or if anyone can love him, so he waits.
OPEN

➣P E R S O N A L I T Y
Justin is a die hard fighter. He will pick a fight with anyone, girl or guy and verbally or physically assault them until they break down. He is head of the table. King of the halls and above all else, he is law. Justin has a sever anger issue and has a hard time controlling his temper, the smallest things could set him off. When it comes to girls he likes however, he is a total mush-cake. He goes from harsh, yelling, white knuckled bully, to soft hearted romantic and when he finds that one special girl, he would fight for her, do anything for her and protect her with all of his being, he would die for her. This guy is a good person to have on your friends list, because his friends are everything to him. The pack is his life, his family and his future.

➣H I S T O R Y
Justin was your typical, average teenager. According to and compared to others in the pack that is. Coming from a long line of Alpha pairs, Justin Moore, age 18 was finally getting his shot in the Alpha position. With each passing generation, a knew Alpha steps to the throne and learns to lead the pack as his own. The last Alpha, his older brother (OPEN if someone wants to be here), decided to step down as Justin and been increasingly growing and surpassing him in all other areas. The boys remained best friends after Justin stepped in but occasionally there is a power struggle, due to the three-year age gap. Justin was raised and conditioned to be the top Alpha, as he had many to compete with, what really set him aside form the rest was his ability to be a leader and always to keep in mind that no one is left behind.

During his training when he was a pup, a fae he had liked was killed by werewolf hunters, Justin tends to close others out because of this, because he still believes it was all his fault. Falene, a beautiful crème pelted fae he had his eye on, was running beside him as they pursued a large buck on the territory. Justin took lead and had her at his left flank. Falene came crashing into him as Justin stopped the pursuit, it hardly phased the male as he stuck his nose to the air. Warm air surrounded his nose, causing the formation of smoke like mist as it puffed from his nostrils. It had been below freezing for about a week, what with winter and all. It typically made it hard to not only track and find prey, but to tell when you are the one being hunted. Ear's perked as Justin lowered his head from the scent he picked up and within a few heart beats of flattening his ears to his head, the gunshot sound and a sharp yelp behind him. Being only twelve years old, the Alpha in training hadn't the slightest idea of what had just happened or what he should do. Shakily, he turned around, only to see... nothing had happened. Falene was fine, scared and shaken, but she was unscathed.

"Run!"

Justin called over his shoulder, terrified for their safety. This was supposed to be an easy hunting mission, but as he looked behind him, there he was- the werewolf hunter. Justin didn't understand, how could the hunter even want to aim at them? They were just pups! At the appearance of a yearling for a normal wolf, no one should want to even hurt them, they were supposed to be safe! Heart pounding in his chest as they progressed their way to the tree lines, Justin knew they were close to making it to the safety of the adults in their pack, but the hunter was faster. As Justin's tail barely escaped the darkness of the wooded forest, Falene was scooped up. Turning on heel, the male wolf stared at the hunter, chest heaving from exhaustion as his weight shifted to his front paws as they dug themselves into the earth. Justin was safe where he was, in his territory, but Falene, squirming about in a burlap sack over the hunter's shoulder, was not. Justin didn't know what to do- if he crossed the boarder of their pack's safe zone, he would be gone too and as the hunter stared at him with such thirst for blood, Justin began to soon realize perhaps he wasn't even safe where he was just then.

Lifting his maw into the air, the Alpha-to-be let out a long, ghostly howl, calling for help. The hunter panicked and ran into the woods, you could hear him for miles crashing through the brush and snapping small branches from trees, but even when the adults came, they knew they would never see Falene again. Justin blamed himself that day and never stopped, no matter how often the pack told him there was nothing he could have done. Truth be told, the pack was grateful to still have another Alpha line safe in their midst, if it had been Falene that were safe, she would have been blamed for his death. Nightmares still haunt Justin of that day in the frozen forest, losing Falene was like losing a part of himself and he wonders if he one day he will be able to trust himself again, if he will be able to lead the pack to safety, without being caught. It was Justin's goal in life to never lose another wolf to the hunters, so long as he lived.

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➣N A M E
Aaron Michael Jameson

➣G E N D E R
Male

➣A G E
17

➣S P E C I E S

Pure-Blood werewolf,
the breeding however is questionable.

➣P A C K R A N K
Warrior / Protector

➣ＨＥＩＧＨＴ
6'0

➣F R I E N D S

It's hard for Aaron to tell if they are real or fake.
OPEN

➣E N E M I E S

Its very hard for this brute to not make enemies as he is so blunt and aggressive with others in humor, but surprisingly the male has very few as he usually takes time to clear things up with others.
OPEN

➣C R U S H

Girls. All girls. Any girls. Aaron is definitely a flirt and a ladies man. It would be laughably easy for the male to find someone to like him back, only if they didn't mind his 'dirty,' blood.
OPEN

➣L O V E

Aaron knows he would make a great mate and provider, but that's only if he is given the chance to rise to the occasion.
OPEN

➣P E R S O N A L I T Y

Despite Aaron's horrific past, he tries to find the light in life... or the fun if you will and that is at everyone's expense but his own. Often making fun of others, teasing them and playing pranks- this is Aaron's wall that he puts up to avoid getting hurt. Love is what got his mother in trouble... Love is what almost killed him. Or was that hate? Aaron can hardly tell. Aaron is vicious in a fight, ruthless in love and doesn't always know how to express his emotions so usually he just acts out. Aaron enjoys the idea of flirting but has no idea if he is capable of love.

➣H I S T O R Y

Aaron was always a little bit different from the others. His mother, a beautiful white wolf with crystal blue eyes and his father, starker white then the snow in January, green eyes like the forest. Their pups were certain to be as white and beautiful as either of them. When Aaron was born, it was easy to see he was every part his mother but you couldn't see his father in him at all. 'perhaps its because hes so young, he needs to grow into that face,' the pack all said when his father was suspicious of his origin. Aaron and his father never got along for this reason, his father never knew if he was his own pup or not but they would only ever know for sure, when the day would come that Aaron had his first shift.

The first shift didn't technically happen until after their human form hit puberty, so around 14 years old. When it did happen though, it became very clear that Aarons mother was not faithful to her husband. It was dark that night, no stars greeted Aaron the night of his shift, it was him and the moon. The boy's parents knew it was his night to shift, so they gave him a little extra space, nervous and fearful of the outcome in his pelt. When he did shift, it was clear and apparent he was not his father's son. The wolf was plush white underneath, but his coat was streaked with ripples of brown and grey, dark and sharp in contrast with the white in his pelt. No other wolf had markings such as that in the pack- that was when his mother had to come out and fess up to her infidelity.

"Your father was a rogue..." Aarons mother whispered.

That night, she had an over the shoulder bag with her, she kissed his forehead and disappeared into the night. Banished- at the request of his father. Aarons fictitious father, vowed to take care of him and treat him as his own. Though it was hard sometimes not to be resentful, Aarons father really stepped up and showed him the way of the wolf. After some time, Aaron grew close with his father and became close with the male, understanding fully why it had been hard for them when Aaron was young, to bond. Though there wasn't trouble at home any longer, Aaron did encounter lots of trouble with his peers his own age. He was first to shift, the talk of the pack, everyone knew he was illegitimate. Everyone knew he technically wouldn't be there if not for being born into the pack. Aaron encountered many fights at school, always for the same reason, being an outsider. So much fighting has made the boy aggressive with others, but in the end it did make him stronger.

Now at the age of 17, Aaron has many friends in the pack, he had proved himself to everyone he deserved to be there, if he wanted he probably could have challenged the alpha- that is, if Justin hadn't beat him to it. Aaron was stronger then most his age, taller and wiser, but he wasn't of good breeding. Stepping up to the occasion made others accept him however, now it was up to Aaron to prove to himself he could be accepted among his friends.

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Sylvia Justine Blackthorn

➺G E N D E R
Female

➺A G E
16

➺S P E C I E S
Pure-Blood, 'Blackthorn' Werewolf bloodline.

➺P A C K R A N K
Huntress

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5'1

➺F R I E N D S
Something scarce in Sylvia's life... She hopes to earn the trust of her pack and make many friends. Sylvia doesn't much care for boys as friends... could be her big brother issues- she either fights with them nonstop or falls in love way too fast.
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➺E N E M I E S
Sylvia often assumes everyone is an enemy until explicitly expressed
OPEN

➺C R U S H
Have fun trying to get her attention, it will take a lot to make this princess feel right at home..
-OPEN

➺L O V E
The girl is unaware if she is even capable of being loved, an epic romance will hopefully prove her wrong.
-OPEN

➺P E R S O N A L I T Y
Like an exotic orchid, Sylvia is beautiful and all alluring... but she is deadly to the touch. Once, a very long time ago, the girl was toxic, poisoned everything that she touched, venomous in words and had no compassion or care for others. She was a princess by right, being the high council's daughter and all- she didn't need anyone's approval- they needed hers. One year, everything changed... she became depressed, falling deep into the darkness as everyone she once thought was her friend, turned their backs on her. Sylvia has trust issues with others because of this but that hadn't even been the worst of it. The reason she lost all of her friends made her want to change. She became more involved with her parent's community, the high council themselves. Sylvia volunteered for charity work and peace core missions until the hard, abrasive girl became one trying to learn how to be more gentle... softer and understanding. She often slips into her old ways but can easily snap out of it by observing the reactions of others. Though her temper gets the best of her... everyone lingers, waiting for her to take one step in the wrong direction. They are waiting for her to snap. Interestingly enough, Sylvia is more keen towards those who one would assume are weak, but somehow, the girl always finds the strength in them she so desires in herself.

➺H I S T O R Y
Sylvia grew up with her parents, Margaret and Steven Blackthorn. She had an older brother too (OPEN), Sven- but they didn't see eye to eye. One day Sylvia had enough of trying to compete with him, so she set him up. The girl had shifted early in her years and had kept it a secret from her parents for about six moons at that point. Instead of doing something childish, she went all out in the plans of getting rid of her beloved brother, the one who once looked out for her best interest. Sven was quite the partier when he was in high school, he never invited his little sister to his 'pool-house' parties however, and this angered her. The reason behind it was always that she was 'too young,' but the girl disagreed being only three years apart from Sven. One night during one of his parties, Sylvia snuck into the pool house, spiked the drinks and when everyone was passed out- she shifted and killed them all... All but Sven. When their parents woke up to Sven's screams, they ran into a pool house covered in blood. Sven couldn't honestly say he didn't do it as he had been knocked out for so long no thanks to his little sister... so he had no choice but to accept responsibility. Sylvia was in the clear of course as she was 'too young,' to shift... The first few days he was shunned from the family were hilarious to her, she was now the golden child... but as the years went on, Sven sent card after card wishing them well, pain striking at her more and more as she tried to turn over a new leaf. Sylvia knew her brother meant no harm thinking back on it, she was just so easily overlooked by her over achieving brother... in fact, her brother made it a point several times to give her a spot light when her parents would just extinguish it by comparing the light haired girl to him. Thinking back on it, Sylvia felt more guilt then anything for what she did- it was all because of her that their parents had stopped speaking to him and sent him away before he was of age to run his own pack... It was all her fault.

Her bad behavior didn't stop there though. Having been apart of the high council, she had many play dates with other prestegeous werewolf families, such as the Prescott's among others (OPEN). Cooper and Chasity Prescott, both beautiful individuals, their parents had gotten along so famously with one another, they really had hoped the children would do the same, but Sylvia saw Chasity as a threat. Chasity was Cooper's twin sister and she never let her and Cooper be alone. Deep down, Sylvia used to have a small crush on the Prescott boy but with Chasity protecting him all the time, it was impossible. So she took her frustrations out on the twins. One day down by the creek, the Prescott twins and Sylvia had been playing 'wolf pack,' and Chasity was in competition with Sylvia for the role of Alpha and Cooper tried his best to mediate it- but before too long, Sylvia had the Prescott girl pinned, her arm bent backwards on the brink of snapping. One loud scream sounded from the valley that day and the Prescott twins never returned for another play date again. They remained civil at the high council dinners and charity events, but they always kept their distance from Sylvia.

Countless violent episodes occurred with the girl before she realized that after too long she would be all alone in the world and her parents, the last ones who stood by her side would eventually discover her flaws. In attempt to cure her wickedness, Sylvia spent time away at boarding school, hoping to pick up on how a lady should act. Now, the girl is still a work in progress but at the young age of 16, she is well on her way to becoming a great werewolf one day. Last summer, Sylvia volunteered during a high council meeting to travel to aid the restoration of the unity to both Rosewood wolf pack and Silver Mist wolf pack. The two had been united for about a year and it was possible they would reunite once moving back to the town. It was Sylvia's job to help the pack's blend back into society, learn to live among humans and cope with normal life. This would be her ultimate test, to be compassionate, strong and courageous when others needed her most, when she needed herself to be the best she has ever been.

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Avery Lynora Rosenquist

➲G E N D E R
Female

➲A G E
16

➲S P E C I E S
Werewolf Hunter / Second in command.

➲ＨＥＩＧＨＴ
5'5

➲F R I E N D S
Avery is quiet. She doesn't make many friends unless they approach her. She is always alert and analyzing people's moves- tends to push them away when they feel she doesn't trust them.
OPEN

➲E N E M I E S
Look at her wrong, and your name ends up H E R E.
OPEN

➲C R U S H
Avery is unaware if love is a real thing, she believes it to be something she might find in a fairy tale but that's about it. Perhaps someone can show her otherwise

➲L O V E
Avery is curious if such a thing exists.

➲P E R S O N A L I T Y
Avery Rose, the name her mother used to call her, is a complex individual. She seems rough on the edges, very hard with her cool façade all the time, but deep down she is as fragile as the earth she walks on. Avery often acts as if she is better then most, so much so that she has stopped trying to prove her point, because the only one she needs to convince is herself. Laughing is unfortunately a common occurrence when she is nervous, so when she laughs, you might want to watch out- or just watch out in general, this girl is a force to be reckoned with. Especially if you mess with her little sister! Avery lost her mother and father when she was very young, probably another reason why she is so quiet. She was forced to grow up very fast, taking care of her sister who is almost half her age as it was... but her sister wasn't the burden, it was learning how to control herself as a hunter and maintain a normal life.

➲H I S T O R Y
Avery's father was the lead in their district of werewolf hunters. He so desperately wanted a boy, but unfortunately, he was stuck with Avery. He pushed her very hard to be the best in her class, sparing on nights after school and work, keeping her on a strict schedule and making sure she never failed at any task. She was destined to be the best, and she was. One night during a spar match, Avery's father locked her in a wooden crate, lighting the garage on fire and told her to fight for her life. It was the hardest thing she had ever done, almost impossible at that, but she eventually broke free from her prison and things were taken way too far. Using the pressures against the wooden box, Avery pressed her feet to the wall of one side, her back to the opposing side and took a deep breath into her jacket before bursting out of her box. There her father was, standing over her as she coughed and forced the smoke out of her lungs. Flames burned and danced all around her, lighting her fathers eyes. This is it... she thought, he's going to kill me.

Pulling the small twenty-two out of her boot, Avery drew fast with her right hand, cocked it with her left and steadied her arm. I dare you! she silently challenged him. All those years he pushed her to the brink of losing her sanity and even her life, now he had taken it too far. He wanted to fight her after all the exhaustion he had put her through, it wasn't a fair fight, they both knew it and only Avery knew how it would end.


Sound erupted from every corner of the garage, blood trickled down the sides of her face as her ears rang in pain from the shock.


Avery won. Looking around the garage, she knew she had to get what she needed to survive and get out. Packing her kaki back pack with the main survival tools, the girl frantically searched for the fire extinguisher in the process, feeling the intensity of the heat and flames and she took more and more time to get out. If her mother caught her, after having killed her father, Avery would certainly be dead. The werewolf hunter community was definitely well aware of her fathers mental instability, but never would they accept her after a betrayal such as that- no matter what the circumstance. Feeling as she had gotten everything she needed, Avery pulled her sleeve over her hand and opened the burning hot door knob, pulling the barrier open toward her and quickly exiting, only to see much brighter, hotter flames in front of her.


"Mom!"


Avery kicked the side door down and rushed in, sweat beading off of her pale skin as she struggled to breathe in the smoke infested place she once called home. "Baby! Baby, where are you!" she called to her little sister. It was what she had called her since she was young, the only actual term of endearment she had ever been taught. Letting her bag slip off of her shoulder, Avery heard as her gun and base of her knives hit the kitchen floor before she began to run through the house, eyes burning from the lack of oxygen. Avery had to stop, she had to take a break, she was exhausted and heaving from the anxiety. Once the smoke had begun to drift upward, the girl dropped low to the ground, quickly and regretfully finding her mother's presence. She wasn't moving. She wasn't breath. She was just... gone.

"Hey!" she yelled, her hands sprawling about, seeking her sister who should be near by. Scrambling to her knees, then to her feet, Avery gripped at the large wooden round that started the staircase railing and lunged herself upward. Taking two steps- then three at a time, Avery made it up to the baby's room and found her safe in her bed. Scooping her up, the older sister gently tucked the baby into her jacket, to avoid smoke exposure before running down stairs and back through the kitchen to get her bag. Before she could get her fingertips laced in on the strap, someone burst through the door she had just kicked down minutes before.
The fire department. Avery and her little sister were quickly scooped up and rushed to the emergency room, her sister checked out with a clean bill of health but for Avery, life couldn't be more complicated. They questioned her for hours, she sat in the cold metal chair, gripping at her elbows and staring at her reflection. She was a scared, cold, had the tips of her hair singed, smoke and charcoal staining her once porcelain skin. Avery had never seen herself so terrible and that day she vowed to herself, never again.
Avery was of course cleared of any suspicion and her and her sister were sent to live with her aunt in a small town, that seemed like it were in the middle of nowhere. For now, Avery was just fine with that.

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↬N A M E

Realith {REE-al-ith} Sterling Faolri

↬N A M E M E A N I N G

Realith: Star Princess
Faolri: Wolf King


↬N I C K N A M E ( S )

Raeah, Ree, Rae

↬G E N D E R

Female

↬A G E

7 years young

↬S P E C I E S

Biologically a Dire Wolf.
Being trained as a Werewolf Hunter.
To her knowledge, she doesn't know what she is yet.

↬ＨＥＩＧＨＴ

3'5, but she's still growing!

↬F R I E N D S

It has taken a long time to build up the confidence to begin talking to strangers, technically- it's considered a miracle for the girl, every time she makes friends, what with how hesitant she can be. Though she is the heiress of the dire line, she doesn't know it and having a slightly wild disposition- once you get past her meek approach- sometimes ignorance is truly bliss.
Rue (eventually)

↬E N E M I E S

Anyone who hurts her uncle, Roarke or her, would be asking for it.

↬C R U S H

Roarke wouldn't hear of it. "Way too young!" he'd say. Though she might idolize a few older boys, which will ultimately get her into trouble.

↬L O V E

Incapable of understanding non-platonic love, as her parents died before she was old enough to create memories with them, the young girl searches for [platonic] love anywhere she can.

↬P E R S O N A L I T Y

Realith is a rather rambunctious child, around those she knows any how. At first, the small girl is very timid and shy, unsure of who she can trust and who should can talk to- her uncle is very cautious with others- so she has adapted to his ways of social communication. Realith is an extremely kind-hearted young girl, she prefers to help others then to tear the down and when it comes to people she is close with, she works quite hard to not only impress them but keep them proud of her. Working hard until she's exhausted, running as fast as she can, pushing every limit her little body allows, Realith would easily risk her own safety if it meant protecting others in the long run, sometimes it is best to have someone reel her in when she gets out of hand as she definitely over does it.

↬H I S T O R Y

Realith, daughter of Ragnar and Aisling Faolri, was a young and quiet child. She was the first heiress of alpha descent to the Dire line and sadly is the last. Dire wolves are a dying breed, there are only several hundred in the world and it is becoming more and more difficult to repopulate the species with so few lines. Though this is a problem for Dire kind, werewolves are much too pleased with this outcome as they are the ones to take the majority of responsibility. Dire wolves are a threat to wolf packs, they are much larger, much stronger, and entirely more dangerous, as they are unpredictable. To humans and werewolf hunters, there isn't a difference between a dire wolf and a werewolf. Werewolves are highly populated in the world, almost a 1:1 ratio with the humans so it is easy for a werewolf hunter to blame ALL human deaths and attacks on werewolves as the dire is so easily combined into the same category. There is still much research that is needed to be done by the werewolf hunters, to completely investigate the dire wolf and they must work quick before the wolf packs target and take down the last of the dire wolves.

At the young age of three, Realith was put down for a nap after her lunch, just like any other normal day. Afterwards, her parents tended to the dishes and the laundry, just as they did every other day. When Aisling, Realith's mother looked out the kitchen window after drying her last dish, her heart was amplified in her ears. Pounding in her chest and echoing up to the vibrations in her ears as fear struck her.

"Ragnar..." she whispered hastily, gently setting the ceramic plate on the obsidian countertops of her kitchen. The dish was so carefully placed, not the slightest sound was made. Feeling her husband's hand sliding around the left side of her waist and the other on her right arm, she tried to calm herself but nothing could stop the panic running through her mind. It was racing as fast as the footsteps she saw outside and raged as strongly as the glare from the pair of wolf eyes she was locked onto outside of her kitchen window. Without looking at one another, they knew what they had to do. Ragnar took his wife by the hand and lead her outside, locking the door behind them. They needed to lead the wolf pack away from the pack so their daughter, and any other pack members would be safe. Though Ragnar hadn't been Alpha, he was entrusted with the pack's safety while his brother, the Alpha was away courting his Alphaess- something all Alpha's had a responsibility to.

Well, Ragnar's responsibility was looking after the pack while he was gone, its what the Beta typically did. Quickly, as he and Aisling stood with their backs to their small cottage style home, they looked at each other one last time, before walking to their deaths. The sad thing about Dire wolves, is that they cannot shift at will so easily. They must feel threatened. Essentially the shift for a Dire is all about adrenalin control. This is what makes them so dangerous, it takes years to control and if its not down to a "T," the dire can lash out at anyone while in wolf form. It didn't take long before both Ragnar and Aisling Faolri were among the deceased and little Realith was left, an orphan.

Luckily for little Rea- as her father called her- the Alpha wouldn't be gone from home very long. Roarke returned home the next day, Realith had only been without food, water and her parents for almost 24 hours but for a three year old it felt like a life time. Stuck in her crib, Realith cried and cried until the familiar face came to pluck her from her night mare and bring her into the light. Four years later and Rea never understood much what happened to her or her parents, but she knew they weren't alive, but more importantly, she knew Roarke cared for her now and he was all the family she had left. Rea fights hard every day to make him proud, learning new fighting styles and way to protect herself, one day... she hopes to be one of the best werewolf hunters there is.

[ArcticAhwoo]

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[Metronome]

Name: Sasha Belov
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Hunter

Nationality: Russian

Rank: Lead hunter

Personality:

"You told me once that
I was a bad man, and I
think you may be right."

Sasha is a nasty piece of work. When it comes to his family, his squadron,
he's the nicest guy in the world. If he cares about nothing else in the world, at least he cares
about them. He treats his squad that someone would treat their own siblings: they may
bicker a little, tease each other, but he could die protecting them all the same.

But once he gets out into the field, and he starts hunting, he turns off whatever conscience he
may have. To him, wolves are nothing more than animals to be culled. Young, old, male, female,
it doesn't matter. He has no pity for any of them.

Appearance: Sasha is a very large man. He stands five inches short of seven feet tall, solidly built and muscular.
He has pale skin and dirty blonde hair that is kept in a neat buzz cut. His eyes are a gray-ish blue.
Sasha has several tattoos, one being the simplified bird seen in this picture.
Around his house, he can be found wearing sweats and t-shirts, but in the field, the adopts his old military gear.

Other: Sasha speaks with a Russian accent. He speaks several European languages fluently, Russian and English being his best of course.

He lives is a small cabin in the forest. It serves as the hunters' meeting place more often than not, for convenience's sake. He has a couple guest rooms always set up in someone needs to stay the night there. He'd much rather have one of his own crash at his place than go home if they don't feel safe.

Sasha gardens as a past time, something that someone years ago told him would help relieve stress. As a result, he's always got an abundance of home grown vegetables that he likes to try and pawn off on his cohorts.

History:

Sasha grew up in Kazan, Russia. His mother overdosed when Sasha was 5. He was left to be raised by his father, who fell into depression after the loss of his wife. His father wasn't the kindest, and often times was aggressive. After Sasha's mother had died, he had essentially lost interest in being a father. He would often invite his loud and obnoxious friends over to watch soccer games, drink, and play poker while Sasha hid in his room and pretended not to exist. Sasha wanted to get out of the house as soon as he could, and joining the military seemed like the best option. However, Sasha had something of an authority issue when he was younger. His father's poor job of raising him had turned him into a rebellious punk.

After six years of service, Sasha slowly lost some of that punk kid attitude. He was stationed in Ukraine when a mission went wrong. They were in the forest, trudging through icy muck when giant wolves came out of nowhere. The soldiers had intruded on a pack's territory, and the beasts didn't take too kindly to them.

Sasha was the only man to survive the attack, but he was torn up pretty bad. He managed to get back to his base and get patched up, but he was never the same after that. Sasha had always had a bad habit of making his fellow soldiers his family, maybe in an attempt to make up for the one he never really had. When his squad was torn to pieces in front of him by a pack of vicious monsters, it took a while to get over it.

Sasha has held that against wolves to this very day. He quit the army and became a hunter. His latest adventures have brought him to the US, to find a new squad and a new place to live. And with that comes new enemies.

[ArcticAhwoo]

ACCEPTED - Sasha age 31 for lead werewolf hunter

[Metronome]

Yay :3 I was wondering if you'd maybe consider making Avery a little older. Maybe not as old as Sasha, but at least 18. I just couldn't see him appointing a young teenager as his right hand.

But it's your call.

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name harper mills
age eighteen
species werewolf
rank lead protector

trait devout
trait boisterous
trait v angry
trait obnoxious
trait persuasive

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harper is known for her anger issues.
she's overly loud and always has som
ething to say to everyone and everyt
hing. she has a fear about loosing th
e pack or letting anyone down. so, s
he doesn't mind taking charge or tal
king to people. harper is perfectly f
ine with humans, though she doesn't
mind getting rid of a few. she is gre
at with babies and old people, but a
nyone... or anything in between, sh
e's not very good with. however she
is very persuasive and a little flirty
with anyone, but finds herself attra
cted to guys. if anything, harper c
an be set off like a bullet from a gu
n, and is trying hard to work on it.

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[ArcticAhwoo]

@Metronome- Yeah that sounds good i can do that! That way we can get started.

@All- Try to get forms in soon id love to start the rp =)

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and he is up c: