Bring it On (War/Romance RP) *Semi-Lit*

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((@LessThanThree: Accepted! Thanks!))

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{{Awsome, when do you think we can start?}}

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(( @LessThanThree: Umm, I guess we can start now if you want, since we have even characters, and more people will hopefully join as we go on. Ive asked some people to join but no one is really interested. ))

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{{Awsome!}}

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Ziva Mason
The little house stood out in the woods, rarely disturbed in its little piece of paradise. The black shutters were crooked and rickety, swaying in the light wind. Its still interior was dark with near vacancy, but some one did live there. Though most of the younger kids in town would disagree, others knew better. In the forest, obscured by the large oak trees, a large figure lurked, watching the grounds with bright intent eyes. The creature's paws carressed the leafy grounds in a silent saunter, breathing evently, catching any and all signs of life, and waiting warily for anything to happen. Tension was high in the surrounding places. People knew war was to start soon. And she watched, yes, Ziva Mason watched, her dark grey fur bristling at the slightest sounds. There had been no sights of any other creatures for at least a week, but everyday, Ziva would saunter in circles around her house in the dark woods, just waiting. For some reason, she was always so wary that some one would come after her, and she wanted to be ready.

Dean Frome
Dean Frome lay sprawled over his bed in the early morning hours as the sun climbed higher in the sky. It was Saturday. No school, and no football practice. Sleep was his best friend now, and whenever he could catch a quick wink, he would. His dark brown hair was mused across his scalp in an array of spikes, his mouth half open with the pillow over his head. Dean's parents werent coming to visit for awhile, so now he culd bum it out some. In his own little apartment in the town of Spring Grove, life was changing, and he knew it, but would not accept it. He still could not decide just what to do about the whole thing, and would hold off on the decision for as long as possible, and sleep was the only time he didnt have to worry. His parents had already chosen their sides, and now they were pressuring him no end and he wouldnt take it for much longer.

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Tamesis Daniel Williams
The wood was quiet, the birds were silent. It was an idealistic place, with such beauty. Tall trees threw the ground into dark shadow, no matter the time of day nor the weather. It was all silent, apart from the rythmic thuds of paws, the panting of breath. A huge black beast ran through the forest, surprisingly quiet for its large size. Its dark green eyes glinted in the momentary light as it passed through a clearing, and then it was thrown into darkness. The beast followed a worn path, that it itself made, to the stream. Water splashed up it's black fur, as it slowed down through the water. It jogged to a large tree, ears pricked for any danger. It had been running for what seemed like hours. Though it was worth it. It had found a lookout spot on the other side of the town that lay about twenty miles away after spending all day looking for it. It knew, that if something was going to happen like it eventually would, it would see it all from there. The beast looked up at the tree, and then stood up on its hind legs, and thumping on the bark. A bag fell from the topmost branch, and the beast caught it easily. It took it in its mouth, and then started to jog back to the town.

Morgan Eva Lovett
Morgan ran a hand through her hair. She was sitting in the middle of the park, waiting, all her senses set to maximum. She could hear the blood pumping through humans as they passed her, close enough to send her taste buds on fire. She rubbed her eyes, for the contact lenses she wore were irritanting her eyes. She was thirsty, but she should resist for now. She couldn't go around on a killing spree, that would leave none for later. She straighened up on the park bench, and then stood up and walked to an alley just as the sun broke through the clouds.

{{Are vampires affectted by the sun?}}

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[Slightly. The more they stay out, the less energy they have. It sucks it from them slowly, but if they are out for like six hours, they really get weary.]

Ziva Mason
Ziva's keen nose attained the scent of a nearby wolf, and her jowl flexed in a snarl, her hackles bristling. She took off at a quick lope, her padded paws grabbing the ground, and throwing herself forward as she went. The trees flew past at a horrifying speed that she, being a werewolf, was used to. Her keen eyes picked up everything, and soon the trail was fresh and untainted as the sun. The adrenaline pulsed through, causing the she-wolf to almost gallop through the woods, dodge the trees and skid not even five feet in front of the other wolf. She snapped her jowl, snarling, and spewing. She bristled, showing her large K9s. "Who are you?" Ziva snapped at him, bracing her paws far apart.

Dean Frome
Soon enough, Dean grumbled and fell out of bed, bringing his pillow with him as the sun broke through the clouds. "D*mn." He muttered, wishing the clouds had stayed there just a little longer. The german shepherd that had been lying on the floor yelped and leapt up as the teenager fell. He strut down he hall, tail tucked between his legs, and loped down the stairs. Dean soon followed suit to go make himself his own breakfast, along with the dog. Today, he had to go food shopping so it looked like it would be toast and jam for him this morning. Sighing, Dean jogged down the stairs and pat the dog on the head when he reached the kitchen, soon preparing the food.

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Tamesis Daniel Williams
The huge black wolf froze, and then bared its long sharp teeth, its fur on end. It snarled savagely, and then said "I am Tamesis Williams, I live in the town". The wolf took a step backwards, finding its footing and a good position to pounce from. "And you are?" His green eyes didn't move from the other wolf, ears pinned back to his skull. He didn't seen another wolf for too long, and he would normally jump for joy. But those times are gone. Now, he must be careful, he mustn't trust anyone.

Morgan Eva Lovett
Morgan leaned against the wall. She couldn't risk losing energy. She twiddled with her hair for a second, her black eyes scanning the innocent that passed by her. They made her hungry. There was a part of her that was still human, that stopped her from pouncing on the nearest bloodbearer that passed her. She wrung her hands, blinking to try and correct her contact lenses, hissing silently in frustration.

{{Had to finish that quickly, my internet turns off soon}}

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Creature Form
Username:WildAtHeart
Character's Name: Luna Elizibeth Rahal
Gender: Female
Age: Looks 18 Actually 112
Personality: Athletic: Before turning Wolf she was in softball and basketball for varsity, Luna is also wild she is always getting caught at huge parties; college parties are her favorite. Fighter; Luna is firery tempered and get's angry easy, if she is in a mood it is best to be clear; this is a weakness for her, Luna says alot of cruel stuff at the wrong time to people she loves/likes. Arrogant can't say no to a good fight, even if the competetor is twice her size this is another weakness, even if it's someone twice her size and three times as powerful she won't give up, bides her time and watches their weak points. This is a strength as she can stratigize her enemies weak points and their strong points.
History:Moved from Brazil to America she can't speak her Native language as she is a decendent. Her parents are long gone though she doesn't care. Luna will never move back to that podunk town again. Luna had enough time trying to look clean and keep the bones from showing in the small shack then looking pretty. Once she got to America she filled out and filled out. Since she turned Ware around 18 from something that she cann't remember the only thing was simple; dark night, walking home when in brazil, scraggly wolf, it lunged and bit, she was in pain, then black . That's when she learned to fight for herself. Dog-Eat-Dog World, literally. Luna can muscle into any situation now with a little more whits on what she is doing. Though she has alot more quips and sarcasm then brains.
Creature: Werewolf
Appearance(Human)Look above X_X
Appearance(Creature) http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxIWUP14e4Y/TCVqR06C48I/AAAAAAAAAJw/G4g7Zu-onPg/s1600/Summer_Lit-Black_Wolf-(1152x864).jpg
Crush: None At Time
BF/GF: N/A
Other:Tattoo on her lower back that says "Cowgirl" In barbedwire. And a black cross with a white dragon on her upper arm. Hair down to her waist.

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[Sorry, not accepted, you did not read the rules]
Ziva Mason
Ziva sunk to the ground slightly, angling herself as she saw the wolf getting ready to pounce onto her. "I am Ziva Mason." She explained, her eyes searching him slightly, her nose memorizing the scent he wore upon his coat. "I live just outside of town in my own cabin." For some reason, something seemed to be okay about this wolf, but she was not letting her gaurd down. Last time she did that, it cost her. Thats what the scar across her muzzle was from, losing her cool, and forgetting to watch herself. Her fur still stood on end as she waited silently for the wolf to make the first move. Her eyes glowed in the darkened forest as they accessed the situation.

Dean Frome
(I have writers block on him, and thats bad, cause im also writing a book so I can only write a few as I think of a course for him)
Dean poured himself a heaping bowl of cereal before sitting down and coating it with milk. His spoon clanked against the sides of the bowl as he practically inhaled the food. Rudy, the shepherd, sat at his feet, whimpering for some table scraps.