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[foxes800]

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Werewolves~
Injuries and Death
♦ A silver bullet to the heart is fatal
♦ Any silver should be removed asap or it could poison the werewolf, making them ill
Appearance
♦ Eyes are the same in both forms
♦ Can get their eye color from either their human form or their wolf form
♦ Slightly larger than normal wolves
♦ Pelt color is typically close to hair color
Transformation and Full Moons
♦ Can choose, except during full moons
♦ The full moon makes them go insane
♦ On the night of a full moon, a werewolf may even hurt their imprintee
Imprinting
♦ A werewolf's imprintee is their soul mate
♦ Can sense if their imprintee is in pain
♦ Can't stand to be far away from their imprintee
♦ The bond grows and strengthens over time
♦ Uncommon to imprint on another species
Packs and Wolves
♦ Have an alpha pair and a beta pair
♦ Packs can communicate through a mind link
♦ If bitten on the night of a full moon, a human will become a werewolf


Feel free to stalk, but please do not post unless you're tabby-chan or myself.

[foxes800]

My Character:

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------------Luka///18///werewolf///alpha's son

Full Name;; Luka Everett Ryals
Nickname;; none
Gender;; male
Age;;18
Birthday;; September 20th
Sexuality;; closet homosexual
Hair Color;; dark brown, almost black
Eye Color;; amber -matches his wolf form's
Height;; 6'0
Body Modifications;; none
Build;; fairly muscular
Scars;; a couple on his shoulders

Good Traits;; intelligent, protective, loyal, brave, laid-back, compassionate, observant, confident
Bad Traits;; people-pleaser, stubborn, cold/pushes others away, hypercritical (mainly of himself), jealous
Likes;; music, writing, storms, adventure, heights, running through the woods
Dislikes;; school, vampires, hunters, the full moon
Fears;; werewolf hunters, his father finding out that he prefers men over women
Hobbies;; playing guitar, roaming the woods in his wolf form, cooking
History;; From a young age, Luka's parents have been preparing him to take over as alpha. There was always a lot of pressure, so it wasn't a surprise that Luka went out and made a friend that he could just have fun with. The pair were practically inseparable from then on. They would always go over to each other's houses and always had the other's back. So naturally, when Quinn's father got a good job in a different state, the young werewolf was devastated. It was hard for him to make new friends, especially stacked on top of his first shift, but somehow he managed. Life moved on, and so did Luka. Now a senior in highschool, he's quite "successful". He's in the group of populars, plays football, and could date almost any girl he wanted to (if he was into women).



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The Rest of the Pack:
may add a picture later
Nicholas///43///alpha///mates with Lianne///son: Luka///daughter: Yuri

may add a picture later
Lianne///40///alpha///mates with Nicholas///son: Luka///daughter: Yuri


Scott///29///Beta///imprinted on and married to Celine


Celine///24///Beta///imprinted on and married to Scott


Chase///25///normal pack member///no mate


Elizabeth///22///normal pack member///no mate


Yuri///15///normal pack member///Luka's younger sister///no mate

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Rival Pack: (I'll add more members to this list if needed.)


Amelia///18///daughter of the rival pack's alpha///to be married to Luka

**I do not own any of these images**

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name;; Quinnely Daniel Miles
nicknames;; Quinn, Miles
age;; eighteen
birthday;; December twentieth
hair color;; caramel brow with natural lighter spots
eye color;; sea green // blue-green
height;; 5'9
build;; Quinn has a thin frame, with slight hints of
muscle on his arms and a flat stomach
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fears;; thunder and animatronics, sometimes spiders
likes;; guitars, being cuddled, canines, cheesy movies,
climbing trees, pizza, gold colors, cute boys
dislikes;; ian, hypocrites, tripping on words, blushing
fun facts;; he sleeps better with other people in
the room. a bad habit of chewing on pencils. the corne
r of his lip twitches when he's lying. Quinn tends to star
e without noticing. if he sees a dog there's a ninety perc
ent chance he'll cross the street to pet it.
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[foxes800]

((Sorry this took so long. I'm not the best at first posts. :P))

Luka Everett Ryals
-----Mornings. Luka's least favorite time of the day. As light filtered in through his blinds and his alarm clock began to blare, the young werewolf reluctantly forced himself up and out of bed. Even worse. It was the morning of the first day back to school, and he had absolutely no hope for the new year. Yet, slowly but surely, the eighteen year old prepared himself for hell, going through his usual morning routine and then heading down the stairs of the pack cabin to grab some breakfast. There, he was greeted by a couple of good mornings from his pack mates. So naturally, in reply, he muttered a very grouchy, "Mornin", grabbed a pancake off the plate in the center of the large table, and then left. By now, they were far too used to this. Luka was not a morning person.
-----The drive to school hadn't taken very long, but luckily for everyone else, Luka's mood had managed to improve in that short amount of time. The only really annoyance from the cabin to his locker was his stupid, little posy that started following him the moment he had entered the grey, prison-like structure. I swear they're like a bunch of lost puppies.
-----These lost puppies were Luka's so called friends since Quinn had left. And unfortunately, they were in his first couple of classes, English, Math, and Science. Please. Anyone but them for a year-long lab partner. So, Luka sat in the back of the room and stared ahead as they began to talk at him.

[bee]

(grrrr this isn't gonna be as good as my last one. im just gonna stick him in school now xD)

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the boys and girls
in the cliques, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonna fit in
much, kid

Quinn had come to school on his skateboard, happy that it wasn't too far away from his house. He'd moved back to this small town over the Summer, in fact, they'd only been here for a week. It was so familiar and felt so much like home, it hurt to think he'd moved away. Now he'd have to make new friends, have new classes, and new teachers to hate him. woohoo. The teen was currently wearing a Paramore t-shirt, skinny jeans, vans, a white beanie, and a thin black jacket since it was a fairly nice day. good enough, he thought. His green-blue eyes scanned the crowd of teens bustling into the front doors, and he hopped of his skateboard and carried it inside, his head down as he tried to swim through the river of guys and gals. His first class started in about ten minutes. Shoving his skateboard into his locker and pulling out a few books, Quinn dove back into the sea of students, then slipped into his class. It was fairly empty, so choosing his seat wouldn't be a problem. The teen quickly started for the back of the room, his backpack slung over one shoulder. The back was always his first option. The further from the cruel teachers, the better. Looking up from his shy glance at the ground, Quinn's sea colored eyes immediately fell on one of the four boys already sitting in the back. He had dark brown hair and bright amber eyes, ones that sent an ache through Quinn's chest. Why was he so familiar? A blurry memory tried to surface, but years had worn its face away, and Quinn couldn't quite recall. The teen found himself staring at the other boy, his steps faltering. He knew him. The guy had nice features and pretty eyes and messy-yet-perfect hair; undeniably attractive, obviously a popular kid. No, Quinn wouldn't know any popular people. He was a geek that stayed at the edges of a crowd and tried not to be seen.

[foxes800]

((Not as good as your first post? Geez are you kidding me right now? xnx I'd kill to be able to write like you do. I still need to work on my description and not rambling as much. x3
And is this enough for you to reply to? Whenever I try to add more description, I always feel like I'm making it impossible for the other person. :P))

Luka Everett Ryals
By the time Quinn walked in, the other three boys had gathered around Luka, forming a small group at the back of the classroom. No doubt when the teacher walked in, she’d assume they were up to something. It was pretty close to the truth. Ian, who was remarkably taller than the werewolf, stood at six foot five, had whispy, bleach blond hair, and muscles that practically bulged. Currently, he was talking about the kid he beat up last week, which was about as far from innocent as a human got in this town. It even took the dunce a good minute to get his head out of the clouds and notice that the new kid was standing right there, discussion immediately coming to halt once he had. Meanwhile, Luka had been zoning out the entire “conversation”. However, he did realize when Ian stopped yammering at him, and glanced over at the boy. The moment his eyes rested on the kid, he felt as if a cinderblock had been dropped on his chest. For a couple of seconds, he could hardly breathe, simply staring at Quinn with a stupid, lopsided grin. It felt as if the focus of his entire world shifted solely to the boy. Once he was over the initial shock and could think straight again, Luka took in his appearance. He was a couple inches shorter than him with medium-length, brunette hair. And his blue-green eyes. They were incredible. Unforgettable. Now that he thought about it... He knew those eyes. That face. It was all so familiar. Luka was about to ask the new guy, but Ian cut him off. “Would ya stop staring at us like a creep? The fact that you interrupted our conversation pissed me off enough... By the way you’d best not say a word about it or you’ll be dead meat.”

[bee]

(//*wheeze*// no no your writing is so pretty uvu your ramblings are good ramblings. continue to ramble please.)

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the boys and girls
in the cliques, the
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much, kid

Time seemed to slow down for a few moments as he studied the male. A bunch of butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he looked up, those bright amber eyes settling on Quinn, and a lopsided grin tugged on the corners of his lips. A small smile started to pull at Quinn's mouth, too. the other boy's cheeky grin was contagious. dang. He wracked his brain for a name, trying to imagine what the teen would have looked like six years prior. He was snapped out of his happy daze as one of the big males sitting next to the popular one spoke up. A blonde with muscles and a big ego. Wow, hadn't met one of those before. Quinn looked up at him, blinking in confusion for a moment. "What? I...oh, um, sorry." He took a step back, ocean colored eyes flickering to the floor. Sliding into one of the seats in the row in front of the boys, he tried to remember where he'd seen those amber eyes before. that smile. that smile he'd seen nearly every day six years ago, those amber eyes always filled with happiness. then it clicked. his dark brow furrowed, and he looked down at the desk. Luka.

[foxes800]

((Thank you :3 I really do love your description though! It's been far too long since I've had a good semi-lit roleplay on CS. x3
And I added werewolf information to the first post, if you're interested.))

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Quinn had long since sat down and Luka was still staring at the back of his head. It was only when one of the other populars spoke up that the werewolf was cut off from his thoughts. “What the hell is wrong with you?...What do you have a crush on the new kid?” This time it was Kyle talking. Another muscular guy with an ego at least three times his size. But he really had no idea how close his teasing remark had landed just then. It was still early in the game, but Luka could swear he was already in love with this boy. Imprinting will do that to you. “Cut it out Kyle. I’m not gay. Besides I wouldn’t like that loser.” Lies. That was all he seemed to be doing nowadays: lying. He was thrilled to be marrying Amelia. He liked women. He didn’t have a crush on the new guy. Quinn was a loser. Lies. Lies. Lies. And more lies... “Chill out. I was just messing with you... New kid does seem pretty lame though. He has some major confidence issues. Pathetic really.” Kyle, although talking softly, was not nearly quiet enough. And Luka had the sudden urge to smack that smug look off his face. It literally hurt him to think of hurting Quinn. Yet, the alternative caused him a certain degree of mental pain as well. If they found out he like men, word would spread like wildfire. His father could find out. But watching and listening to the three, “whispering” about the new kid, was almost enough to say ‘screw it’ and risk his dad discovering his sexuality. As if it wasn’t bad enough, Ian walked over to the guys desk, slamming his hands down on the surface and flashing the boy a toothy grin. “Sooo.. what’s your name new kid? Where ya from?”

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(ooo, I'll keep that stuff in mind ovo thanks!)

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the boys and girls
in the cliques, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonna fit in
much, kid

apparently the boys with the big egos didn't understand that Quinn was only a few feet away, and they 'whispered' quite loudly. He only caught onto the remark of him lacking confidence and being pathetic. Yeah, well, he was used to it. He'd had to deal with bullies for six years. Luka used to back him up when he got teased. The memory sent another ache through his chest. Six years without his best friend. He found himself wanting to sit close to the other boy and ask a million questions. What has happened? How has he been? Quinn wanted to apologize over and over for leaving, for ditching him just like that. Not that it was his fault, his dad had gotten a new job in another state and dragged his child and wife along with him. He guessed he could blame his social awkwardness on his father.

Lost in thought about Luka, he hadn't noticed the broad-shouldered male walking up to him until he slammed his hands on his desk, making Quinn jump in surprise. More embarrassment? Hooray. "Quinn." he said quickly, blue hues focusing on the bigger boy before casting a longing glance over at Luka. SOS. please help. "Tennessee. And you are?" it was true, he'd been stuck in Tennessee for a few years. Didn't have a nice view like here in this small town.

[foxes800]

((Np c: Is it bad that I’m already shipping them? x3))

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Silently, Luka looked on as Ian began to interrogate the new guy. That was when the realization hit him. Quinn? Tennessee? His best friend was actually back! It gave him a brief glimmer of hope. Maybe he’d be able to hang out with his old pal again instead of these idiots! But... as quickly as it came, it faded away. If he ditched the guys and hung out with Quinn no doubt they’d think Luka was into the other male (which he was). Not to mention, it would be hard to keep these new, almost overwhelming feelings in check. No. He’d have to keep the others thinking he didn’t like the boy. And it was already proving to be painful. Luka recognized that longing glance of Quinn’s. It screamed ‘help me’. How had he survived the past six years? Quinn had always looked to him to back him up. “Ian, the teacher’s coming.” That seemed to work well enough, as the other eighteen year old practically flew back to his seat. Luka couldn’t do much more than that for the boy without looking suspicious. But he knew he’d have to keep stepping it up, if he wanted the lie to be convincing enough. He’d have to insult and bully his own best friend, if he could still call Quinn that.

It was at that point that the final bell rang through the halls and the teacher finally strutted in. “Good morning, class. I’m Mrs. Sumptor, for those of you who don’t know me and... blah, blah, blah.” Luka had officially zoned out. Five seconds of paying attention: a new record for him. As if to prove to the teacher that he wouldn’t be paying an ounce of attention all year, he laid his head down on the desk, rolling his pencil up and down the surface. That brought back old memories. Quinn was always the one who had to wake him up at the end of the boring classes or smack him to get him to answer a teacher’s question since he never heard them.