c o m p l y | a werewolf and hunter | closed

[Country Gall]

(Could you save me a werewolf spot? Thanks! )

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-@ Country Gall -

Female or Male? -

[Country Gall]

(female)

[~Everlasting~]

{Could you save me a male hunter spot, please? I'm working on the form now.}

[city;]

-@ Both -

Yup! I'm almost done with mine. -

[SmileyWily]

Can I reserve a male werewolf spot?
-I wont be able to post my form until tomorrow

[city;]

-@ Smiley Wily -

Of course! I'd love it if you could! Geez... I didn't expect this to have so many people want to join already... -

[Miss Jasmin]

HI, I would like to be apart of this RP

name - Summer Literman
Looks - Light brown hair, short pixy cut (4cm layers all over her head, that flick around her face) that she tries to spike. shes about 165cm tall and petie. she loves to wear summer dresses(even in winter) her eyes are a light blue colour and she blushes easily.
family - lives with dad
RP Skills - 3 years on TwilghtRP and Facebook RP pages.
- RP as human, or animal or were or vampire (you get the pic)

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-@ Miss Jasmin -

I'm sorry, but I need a lot more detail than that... When you add more, I'll accept you. -

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[ и α м ɛ ]
I have absolutely no idea. I did acquire the name Ghost though. 

[ и ι c κ - и α м ɛ ]
I'm not sure I've ever seen a human shorten the name Ghost. If you ever call me GoGo, I'll break into your house and strangle you in your sleep. 

[ α ɢ ɛ]
I guess I look about sixteen or seventeen. Honestly, your guess is as good as mine. I honestly don't remember squat. 

[ ∂ α т ɛ - σ ғ - в ι я т н ]
I don't know exactly when my birthday is, so I say it's on December 11th. It seems a whole lot simpler when I have a date (no matter if it's true or not) to tell people I'm a year older. 

[ н σ ʋ ƨ ɛ ]
At the moment, I live in the forest. I sleep in trees, I run from hunters, I don't go outside of the forest for nothing. It's actually not as bad as one would think. I absolutely love it, for one. I found a cute little cabin just outside of town. I mean, it's abandoned so it's fair game, right?

[ ғ α м ι ℓ ʏ ]
I obviously have a mum and dad. Maybe a sib or two. I don't know for sure. I woke up in a hospital a month ago, with no one at my bedside, and no cards or flowers or candy on the side table. I have them, I just don't know what happened to them. 

[ ℓ ι и ɛ α ɢ ɛ ]
I'm not so sure about my lineage. Like I've mentioned, I'd have to do a funky saliva test, and with my genes at the moment, that's not my brightest idea. 

[ н α ι я ]
My hair was once-upon-a-time, a light brown. It clashed horribly with the rest of me, so I changed it. I woke up with this god-awful waist-long funky-brown hair. I was put in a foster home for a week, and they were filthy rich. The mom was sterile, so they agreed to help as many children as possible. Lucky for me, they also believe in fashion. One morning, they took me to a professional salon, got my hair cut, and the mom bribed the dad into letting me dye my hair. 

[ ɛ ʏ ɛ ƨ ]
My eyes are a dark blue. They can fluctuate, depending on what mood I'm in. I tend to have a lighter blue when I'm happy or frantic, and they go darker the calmer I get. Oh, the joys of being a Were. 

[ ƨ κ ι и - т σ и ɛ ]
My nose is totally normal. I have a few freckles representing the fact that I go outside. I get zits like a normal kid, and I have a small mole on the very bridge of my nose. 
My lips aren't fish lips. My lips aren't so thin, you can't see them. When I press them together, they make me giggle if I see them, because they look like little pancakes stacked together. 
I've been told I'm pale, albino, Snow White Worthy... I honestly like the term pale ivory the best. It doesn't make me feel like any more of a freak than I actually am. I have a slight discoloration on the inside of my left arm, and it takes the shape of a wolf's head. Yes, it weirds me out very much. 



[ н ɛ ι ɢ н т ]
I'm a tad shorter than most kids my age... I think. I'm only 5 feet and 4 inches tall, which I think most kids are, like, 5 feet and 9 inches or something. I like being short better. 

[ ω ɛ ι ɢ н т ]
I weigh normal child weight, maybe a little lighter. Just because my body can morph into a wolf doesn't mean I weigh more than I should. I weigh 135 lbs, but don't go telling everyone. A girl can have her weight secrets.





[ c ℓ σ т н ι и ɢ ]
I tend to wear green tops. I also wear plain tanks under them. My jeans tend to be skinny or torn. I absolutely adore any jeans that are a combo of both. I love black leather jackets. Especially ones that make me look tough, but Girly. I'll also wear the weird brown ones, but I still think I look sexy. I love Converse. I think they're the best brand of shoe ever invented. I would die if they stopped making the All-Star hi-top black ones. I also like the Vans are pretty good shoes to, but still can't hold a candle to Converse. Oh, my lovely socks. Let's start with colors. I hate plain sockies. You must give me bright colors and designs. My favorite pair is the ones with little green cupcakes all over it. I can't stand mis-matched socks. I think they screw up the way I run. Can't have that happening when I'm in a chase. 

[ α c c ɛ ƨ ƨ σ я ι ɛ ƨ ]
I dyed my hair a bright white. I woke up in the hospital with a horrid hair color, so I adjusted. It matches my Wolfen Pelt; I think I look pretty in it. I'm not the biggest fan of hair accessories, but I do know they're mandatory in some cases. I know that they're necessary for keeping hair away from your face, or getting that first date, but honestly, I could do without them. My favorite one would have to be a plain white hair-band. My favorite pair of earrings is just a simple pair of sterling silver, black rhinestone studded knobby things. I adore gummy bracelets. The one I wear most often is my spike one. I like the fact that rings leave nasty marks if you swing at someone. I'd have to say, my favorite one to do that with would be the brass knuckles or a spiked ring. I have a black studded belt and a black wallet attached to a belt chain.

[ ρ ι ɛ я c ι и ɢ ƨ  §  т α т т σ σ ƨ  ]
I have no piercings other than earrings, but I really want to get my lip pierced in snake-bites. Those are so hot. I have a lone Tattoo of a bird on the back of my neck. It symbolizes the flight of memories and how I can't remember anything. The fact that it's in flight means that it's on the path to finding whatever memories were taken away from it; it's me. 






[ ω ɛ α ρ σ и ƨ ]
My favorite weapon ever is a black sword. I honestly love the fact that it's hand held, and isn't hard to carry around. I'm going to get one from a local thrift shop. I end up using a small black pistol, and in hand-to-hand, I use a long knife. My other weapon I use often is the infamous Wolverine brass knuckles. Special weapons... Special weapons... How about I have 2 inch canine teeth, and 3 and 1/2 inch claws? Soon as I phase, I use those babies instead of my man-made weaponry. 






[ ρ ɛ я ƨ σ и α ℓ ι т ʏ ]
I'm sarcastic. I almost always have some kind of comeback. Unless its a dire situation, I have a joke for you. I tend to say the first thing that comes to mind, which leads many people to think I'm rude and inconsiderate. It's honestly a trait I'm trying to improve on, but so far, it's not working. I'm literal. This may seem contradictory to the comment above, but it's really not... I can be very accurate; like I threatened to go into your house and strangle you if you ever call me GoGo. I'm not joking either. I'll sacrifice myself for another were if it means that I can get to a hunter. I can disguise myself very well. Send me into a crowd, and you'd never notice me. I've done that very well before to. When I ran away, I figured out the best place would be out in the wide open public areas. They never seem to notice a teenage girl slowly reaching the edge of town. I know how to think in my feet. It's really not that difficult, yet many have difficulties with it. All you do is do the first thing that happens to cross your mind. Usually, it's cheesy and smart. Strategy is the name of my game. I paid attention in my strategy class for the few days that I was with that rich family. I've never lost a game of Strategy. I'm a love-dreamer. I'm the kind of person who believes love is for everyone, and that it will always find you of you believe hard enough. Lucky for me, it hasn't found me yet.

[ н ι ƨ т σ я ʏ ]
I don't know exactly how to explain what happened to me because I don't know exactly what happened. The first thing I remember seeing is a beautiful pale blonde nurse standing above my bed, smiling. I could hear her voice; a tickle of laughter here and there, her voice like a babbling brook sliding over river stones. I know she said somewhere in her jabber that I was very lucky to be alive, but I don't remember why. She left, and I felt abandoned and alone. 

Common sense took over me, and I realized that maybe I had a family waiting for me. I thought, Maybe they're just out eating, or went home, or even took my brothers and sisters to bed. Yes. That must be it. They're coming back. Except they didn't. I waited and waited for hours. I waited for days. I waited for a week. I was picked up by a social worker. A charming African-American woman. Tall. Enviable. Went by the name Miss Averdeen. I was instantly attached to her. She had that... That aura that said I actually care. I'll help you.  

She did help me. Only for a short time though. I was a beau as they all put it. I was pretty, lovable, well-mannered; perfect adoption material. The only problem was that nobody wanted a amnesic girl, who might have horrible identity problems on top of the adoption factor in her near future. Miss Averdeen did come through though. She found me a nice, rich, foster home that welcomed me with open arms. I had no problems with them. The mother was the tenderest, gentlest hearted person I've ever met, and the dad was a gentle giant. I loved life there; I had two brothers and a sister. The sister was a year younger than me; the brothers were twins. The mom was a fashion designer, and the dad was smart enough to invest in Gatorade when he got the chance. I loved it there, I was pampered, loved, and fed well. 

My first full moon after the hospital was a living hell. I hurt all over, and when I tried to shave, it all grew right back. I thought it was just some funky puberty thing, so I went for a walk in the woods before I went to bed. That was the dumbest thing I've ever done. 

I got about a quarter-mile away from the house, taking my usual route, and abruptly dropped in agony. A shriek escaped my mouth, and I burned all over. I could feel, feel, my body parts moving. My ears changing shape and moving up. My nose turning flatter and longer, my teeth slicing through my gums, little hairs sprouting into whiskers. The very end of my tailbone hurt so bad, I screamed. I crouched on my hands and knees, except I didn't feel like my hands and knees. It felt like my hands and feet. 

I opened my eyes wide enough to see a white thing wavering in front of my face. I felt something tickle the back of my leg, and I swiveled my head. The first thought that actually registered was I can turn my head more than usual. My second was I'm not that hairy. My final, and most truthful thought was Oh. My. God. I'm a werewolf.

[ ℓ ι κ ɛ ƨ ]

∫ Sunset
∫ Black
∫ Purple
∫ Green
∫ Sparrows
∫ Birds
∫ Animals
∫       Flash-drives
∫ Dinosaurs
∫ Cupcakes
∫ Christmas
∫ Flowers, especially lily’s

[ ∂ ι ƨ ℓ ι κ ɛ ƨ ]

∫ Pain
∫ Suffering
∫ Orphans 
∫ Hospitals
∫ Crying
∫ Weres
∫ Human Contact
∫ Gigantic Guns
∫ Phasing
∫     Hunters





[ ρ ɛ ℓ т ]

My pelt is white as snow. There is no flaw on that perfect part of me. My nose is black as night. My tounge pink as sunset. I am a wolf. 




[ ƨ ɛ c я ɛ т – c я ʋ ƨ н ]
'Fraid not. I'm not one who appreciates secrets. 

[ c я ʋ ƨ н ]
I don't think anybody is cute yet...

[ ∂ α т ι и ɢ ]
Nope. Single as of now, and hopefully for a while.





[ Ghost is Role Played by Jerzey. ]