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[-Starchild.Keith-]

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:: NAME :: William Kevin Andrews
William Kevin Andrews is his full name, but he always identifies himself as Will to everyone. William sounds far too formal for him, and Bill just doesn't fit his personality.
:: AGE :: 20
William recently turned 20.
:: GENDER :: Male
If it isn't obvious enough...
:: TYPE :: Maned Wolf Eknos
William is an Eknos. To be specific, he is a Maned Wolf Eknos.
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William's history, up to a certain point, is really rather average. He lived in an average home in a decent area with his parents and little sister by 6 years, Susan. His schooling was good, and he received high marks in most classes. He didn't have many friends, but those he did have were amazing. At the age of 17, he was captured. It happened while on the way home from school. He had stayed late to work on a project with some friends, and the daylight was leaving by the time he headed home. The early winter shadows hid the presence of the figures that snatched him.
He was experimented on, but managed to escape at the age of 19. He's been living outside for about a year now. Only once has he gone back to try and help others, but he did managed to help a girl escape. He plans on going back soon to try and help others get out.
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William has a few traits that stick out more than others, and those are: loyalty, stubbornness, leadership, and strength. Though Will doesn't have numerous friends, those that he does (did) have are special to him. He sticks by them through everything, from bad days to dangerous times. His family is just as dear to him, and he refuses to give up on people that he cares about. Nothing could ever tempt him to leave behind those he cares about.
While Will is more than happy to help others, he is stubborn. Requests or gentle commands are alright with him, but outright orders don't go over well with him. He believes that only those that don't deserve respect give orders. There are, of course, extenuating circumstances, but this holds true for a good portion of the time.
Just like Will hates taking orders, he doesn't like to give them. He is a leader character, and was most always in charge of group projects in school. However, he leads with compassion and morals. Gentle requests and the occasional tough love are the tactics he chooses.
Strength can be interpreted as people choose. He is emotionally strong, rarely showing any sadness. This doesn't mean that he doesn't feel grief or pain. He just knows how to deal with it. There are rare times when they get the better of him, and he can be rather volatile at these times. Mostly, he just seems happy.
While Will does have a rather level head, his temper can flare on occasion. Normally, that happens after the situation is over.
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William is of average height and weight for his age. He has whatever muscle he naturally gets. He never works out, so most of it is just from being himself. His skin is averagely tan, just from being outside so much. His body is riddled with small scars, all from either the whitecoats or the beasts that they have sent after him. He does have one large, prominent scar. A set of 3 lines crosses his face, moving from his left temple to his right jaw. They barely missed his eyes, and he's lucky they did.
His hair is shaggy, and very strangely colored. A majority of it is a golden, ruddy color. A splotch in the back, where the hair falls against the nape of his neck, is black. Perched atop his head is a set of large, pointed ears. The fur covering them is the same ruddy color as his hair, though the insides are a sort of light gray. Along with the ears, he has a tail. It is moderately fluffy. Most of it is the same ruddy color, though the tip is pure white. The last feature on him that is like a maned fox are his teeth. His canines are slightly enlarged and rather sharp.


face claim: william moseley

[.chamomile.]

{ your form is accepted. You guys can start role playing now! }

[munchkin cat.]

{{ I'm no good with first post Cx But I'll take second }}

[.chamomile.]

{ Charlie can meet Tyler, I don't mind posting first :3 EDIT;; fancy post all worked out }

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αgє :: 21
gєη∂єя :: Male
мσσ∂ :: Bored and worried
туρє :: Eknos; panther
ωιтн :: No one

Tyler sat in one of the common rooms the Whitecoats had created for their victims. His dark brown hair was unusually messy. James had been a bit of a bother last night, though Tyler didn't blame him. His brother was suffering some sort of side effect of the Whitecoats latest experiment; a burning fever, pain in his abdomen, a weird rash. Tyler had spent the entire night trying to comfort him, bringing James anything he might need. Though he had spent the whole night awake, Tyler wasn't tired, and James was asleep now but wasn't faring any better. Tyler sighed. Today would be the same old, same old. Take care of James, observe the Whitecoats, and talk to no one. Right now, he was bouncing a ball against the wall. He had asked a Whitecoat for a tennis ball, and surprisingly, they had given him one. It was great, except instead of lime green this ball was electric purple. Tyler had spent most of his time here looking for a way out, or other people. The Whitecoats usually brought a lot of new people in, but since Tyler had been captured, he had seen no one.

[munchkin cat.]

----Resolved.

[.chamomile.]

{ yes that's fine }

[munchkin cat.]

{ Name: Charlie } { Age: 18 } { Gender: Female } { Mood: Bored, Annoyed } { Type: Ark Angel, black wings } { With: No one }

Charlie walked through the doors into room, whiteboard held her arms locked and folded against her back, crushing her elbows into her wings. She sighed in frustration this position was getting old really, every time they pulled her out they locked her arms behind her sticking her elbows into the middle of her wings. Really was it necessary? If she wanted to fight back that desperately she could do anything to free herself with her legs alone besides if the were worried about her flying away why not clip them? But she had given no reason for them to. Yet. She walked down the hallway her black beanie falling back some, she resisted the urge to pull her arm free and fix it, instead she kept her head level in attempt to keep it in place. They turned down another hall, she already knew where they were heading. They were taking her to the commons area, they wanted her to get out and about for a little while "stretch her wings" they had said. She rolled her eyes "Like they'd ever let me outside to truly fly" she thought as they opened the doors and pushed her in. The door closed behind her, and she pulled her arms away as they backed out the door and rubbed her wrist where they had been held tightly by their meaty hands. She then stretched out her wings a bit and shook them out just enough to ruffle the feathers until they comfortably folded back in, laying flat against her back. Looking up she noticed someone else was there, surprisingly he wasn't wearing a whitecoat. This was possibly the first person she had ever seen not wanting to observe her, or perhaps plunge a needle in her arm. Fixing her beanie back into place with her long dirty blonde hair rolling down her shoulders.She walked over and sat down three chairs over, pulling her legs into the chair until she was sitting criss cross she noticed the ball. Holding up her hands she looked to him "Care to share?" She asked looking to him and then the purple ball.

[.chamomile.]

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αgє :: 21
gєη∂єя :: Male
мσσ∂ :: Bored and worried
туρє :: Eknos; panther
ωιтн :: Charlie

Tyler glanced up as a girl walked in, an ark angel. Her wings were jet black, like a ravens. He continued to toss the ball, saying nothing and giving nothing away. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the Whitecoats. They didn't seem like they were going to take him away, or anyone for that matter. He was relieved, that meant James was safe for now. Tyler waited until they left before answering the girl. She was pretty, and looked cute in a black beanie with her hair falling all over the place. "Here," He said, tossing the ball to her along with a charming smile, "you can play with it, for now." Tyler sat leaned against a white couch, one of the several pieces of furniture the Whitecoats had placed in here. He observed the girl, wondering where she came from. He hadn't seen her around here before, so he figured that she was new to this place. "My name is Tyler, by the way." He told her, after deciding she would bring him and his brother no trouble. Tyler could easily take her out if need be, but he figured that she could be trusted.

[munchkin cat.]

{ Name: Charlie } { Age: 18 } { Gender: Female } { Mood: Entertained, Amused} { Type: Ark Angel, black wings } { With: Charlie }

She smiled at him before catching ball with an outstretched hand, "I said share not take but ok" she said with a chuckle. She looked at it for a moment surprised he even had such a thing, but she still had her beanie so perhaps he had just refused to give it up like she did. She shrugged it off and began bouncing it on the floor, switching between hands each time she caught it. From the corner of her eye she studied him for a moment, her hazel eyes traveling over his sitting form. He had wavy dark hair, reminding her a constant ocean but his hair wasn't magically moving of course. She had just noticed the freckles littering his face when he spoke once more, introducing himself as Tyler. She caught the ball and looked to him "I'm Charlie, and yes that's a girl name" She said arching one of her eye brows as if challenging him question the gender that name belonged to. But honestly she didn't mind she found it amusing when people argued with her, knowing at least on the topic she would be right.

[.chamomile.]

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αgє :: 21
gєη∂єя :: Male
мσσ∂ :: Bored and worried
туρє :: Eknos; panther
ωιтн :: Charlie

Tyler smiled at her, "Charlie huh? That's cool." He watched her as she bounced the ball. Tyler wondered where she came from, if she had any news of the outside world. He wondered how her family had reacted to her being taken away. Tyler remembered how he was when James disappeared, depressed, desperate, scared. His parents didn't care though, they barely noticed that James was gone. They had better things to do, at least that's what they told him. Tyler sighed again, trying to clear those thoughts out of his head. He was here now, trapped, but at least he had James. Tyler focused himself on watching Charlie again, the bouncing ball creating a steady, soothing rhythm. He brushed his hair back from his forehead. It bugged him these days, as it was growing too long and the Whitecoats wouldn't give him scissors, no matter how many times he asked them. He noticed that Charlie had two tattoos, and was instantly jealous. He had wanted to get one on his shoulder, his ankle, wrist, and neck; but he hadn't had the chance. Charlie had an infinity symbol with the word 'fly' on her wrist and three black ravens on her collar bone. "Do you have any siblings?" He asked her as his thought had drifted back to James again. He hoped he was still asleep, James needed rest more than anything right now.