[Frost★]

Marking!!

[dogish]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
PPS or growing?:
Relationship with Father (Can be story or explanation. No word limit):

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[Exoclipse]

reserve so hard ;w;

Username: Glitch.
Name:
Gender: boy
PPS or growing?:
Relationship with Father:

[wandzie.]

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Username; ~Wanda~

Name; I decided on... Magnus. I chose it because in my opinion it suits this handsome lil' fellow! <3

Gender; A male c;

PPS?? Nope, he's growing!

Relationship with father; A little story to tell the tale of a man and his son. ~
Magnus watched with longing, sad eyes as his dad left their house. It was the crack of dawn, and Magnus's dad was off to fight monsters. Being only 8, Magnus didn't want to be left alone. He had no mum and was left with his adoptive sister, still asleep. His dad crunched across the stones in the driveway and opened the car door. He hadn't realised Magnus was watching him from his room. Magnus placed his paw on the window, a tear fell down his cheek. "Don't die daddy..." He struggled to control his shaky and distraught voice. Magnus longed so badly to join his dad monster fighting, but it was forbidden, his father was so protective after his mum had died...
When his dad returned, Magnus was overcome with excitement. His dad always brought back amazing things! Whether it was a vampire tooth, fur from the werewolf or a demon's blood, It was the closest thing Magnus would get to hunting. His dad was happy enough tonight, not hurt or bruised, chomping away on the family meal. He seemed quite jolly, and soon tucked Magnus in to bed. He played with him first of course, acting out his day with the monsters. Magnus gasped, hid under the covers and even screeched at some of the tales. His father kisssd him gently, then wandered out. As he whispered goodnight, he explained that he was going again the next day. "Can I come?" Magnus begged, suddenly feeling hopeful. His father sighed and walked back in.
"Son, I lost your mother to monsters and I will not loose you. I'm sorry, but no..." Magnus burried his head in the pillow and sobbed for some of the night. Quiet little snuffles, that no one heard. He wanted his mom, he wanted to go out with his dad, and he wanted more than anything to see them all live as a family together, but it would never happen.

[Sheer]

Oh the love<3 Marking. ;///;

[Chimericect]

Username: soulfirewolf
Name:
Gender: female
PPS or growing?: growing uvu
Relationship with Father:
I don't know why your gone sometimes, will you tell me?
You hide some things from me, why can't I see?

And yet I know you love me, your always there
When I sad, angry or when I'm scared
There are things that hold us back from being free.
There are days you mumble things I dont understand
And you say I'll know when I'm older
When I'm braver, stronger, bolder
And yet I feel your hiding from me

Why can't I see?
And I ask you "where's mom?"
And you say nothing, I'm kept in the dark
Nothing but that remark
I don't want to lose you to,
You raised me as I grew

Why won't you show me?
I know you love me
You want me protected
But I can't stay with you forever

[Offended Cockatiel]

Username: Byteme
Name: Nigel
Gender: Male
PPS or growing?: Growing
Relationship with Father (Can be story or explanation. No word limit):

Sprouting up, being considerably different from his father, Nigel is more worrisome than grumpy, and more of a book hoarder than a monster hunter. That being said, Nigel still greatly looks up to his father, he may not have all of the stiffness and dominance his father has, but he seeks information from him for almost everything.

This little boy has a grand collection of intricate mythical and mystery books, and although he doesn't fully understand the concept of his dads job, he writes notes on the creatures he thinks his dad hunts and shows them to him, hoping to help.

Not wanting the physical ability of being a monster hunter Nigel rather follows in research, even at a young age trying to figure out which incantations could kill a vampire, and what remedies for werewolfism may work.

He'll lightly nip at his fathers paws and fin, trying to get his attention, showing him the books, quite large, with sticky notes placed all over their pages. As you can understand, Nigel is not the agile type, he is usually quite soft, peacefully surrounded by books rather than monster hunting equipment.

In a way though, Nigel is also like his father, he doesn't have the strength daddy does, but he gets into fights all too often. Whenever people make fun of him, or talk about how daddy doesn't always show up at school until he's an hour late, or just when another student at school says something stupid, Nigel loses his temper. He can't keep his mouth shut. The young child can be as ill-natured and stern, just about his own subjects. Although it is more of a quick happening with Nigel.

He is usually found with bandages on his body, all over his cheeks and arms, and legs and tummy. And he tries to hide them with large sweaters, ones with beautifully complex designs that distract from all of the bruises and scratch marks. He doesn't like making dad worry.

He loves his father, with all of his heart, he knows that even if the world abandons him, his father never will. He'll always be there for his boy, to let him sneak up on him and "surprise" his big monster hunter daddy, or to be his pillow when the childs been reading too much and slips into sleep. And as much as his father wants to protect Nigel, he want's to do the same for him.

[peppermintleo]

Username: PureCrazy
Name: Denmark
Gender: Male
PPS or growing?: Growing
Relationship with Father (Can be story or explanation. No word limit):

WIP

[Sethh]

Username:
rycia
Name:
Tara
Gender:
female
PPS or growing?:
Growing
Relationship with Father:
Tara pushed past the other students, trying to get to her father. It wasn't easy being smaller than the other children, or knowing that she was probably stronger than a majority of them. And it certainly wasn't easy coming with weird explinations why you need to stay at your friends' house longer than one night, Tara couldn't simply say 'Oh, he heard of a vampire down in Michigan, from the local lore this one is a mighty brute.'

She also found it difficult that some of her so-called friends' thought her Dad was a grumpy sociopath chasing halucinations.
But the absolute worst part wasn't the strict secrecy, the frightening rumors, or anything else along that line. It was his refusal to train her as a hunter, or take her along to kick hairy werewolf butt.

Granted, he had good reasons not to take his very young daughter along. You wouldn't take along your daughter if you witnessed your wife get murdered by an out of control werewolf, but Tara was convinced that she had what it took, and if he would train her to fight the baddies that plagued the world around them, hidden in plain sight from the rest of the world... She knew she could make a difference.

In her heart she knew that he would never let her become a hunter, she seemed to be the only one who could break past the concrete barrier that surrounded his heart. The only one who could made that grumpy, strict father smile. How could he let her jump into a cruel world that would squash her in a second?

[Alchemi]

Username: Alchemi
Name: Atticus
Gender: Male
PPS or growing?: Growing
Relationship with Father:
(In a nutshell)
Atticus is constantly striving to make his father proud. he wants to be just like his dad when he grows up. sadly though he thinks that his dad doesn't let him come alone on his monster hunting quests because he thinks Atticus is too weak… as to the truth which is he doesn't want Atticus to get hurt. Atticus looks up to his father but sometimes gets frustrate when his dad doesn't praise him. Atticus is usually very good for doing as he is told and being obedient to his father's wishes. He responds to his father with "Yes sir" and "No Sir" and is usually very disciplined, however somedays when he is frustrated with being treated like a child(because he is still just a babe) that he is defiant and tries to prove himself to be worthy. Atticus sometimes thinks that his father blames him for the death of his mother.
(story)
Atticus stood as straight as his young form could handle, his chin was held high and eyes straight ahead but his tail twitched slightly behind him indicating his nerves and excitement. He could see his fathers silhouetted against the pale night sky. He had never followed his father on any of his expeditions before. His father had strictly prohibited him of even thinking about it. Not since the night his mother had died. Memories flashed across the backs of his eyelids at the thought making him hesitate. But he was sick of his father treating him like he was useless. Atticus cleared his throat loud enough to get his fathers attention.
His father's head wiped around and he sprang at Atticus. Atticus was startled by his father's sudden lung and stumbled backwards with a slight yelp. He scowled at himself angrily as he felt the loss of control of the situation. His father seemed to also come to his seances and snarled "Atticus! What are you doing here?" His father boomed, towering over him. Atticus tried to puff up his chest but the confidence seemed to deflate from his body at his fathers growls. "I wanted to help" he snapped back. Lashing his tail in frustration. "Im big enough now to help you" He felt confidence and pride growing in his chest once more. Atticus could not remember ever seeing his father so angry. His brows twisted into ridges of rage and he took a step towards Atticus. For a moment Atticus thought he was about to get the scolding of his life. but his fathers snarl was cut short by a howl.
The howl was deep and haunting. Atticus froze. his entire body went cold as terrible memories flooded his mind. his eyes paled and he turned his face on his father. "Its him…." Atticus stammered and he pictured the blood smeared face of the were-wolf who he had watched kill his mother. Atticus began to tremble as he relived the night of her death over and over again in his head. Rudy glanced over his shoulder. "You should not have come" he rumbled lowly but the tone in his voice had changed. Atticus stared past his father into the thickening darkness. The moon was gaping wound in the sky looking a lot like the giant glowing eye of a monstrous werewolf. Atticus had tried to train himself to be fearless… To be just like his dad, he wanted to be like his dad so bad. But every night when the moon was at its fullest he saw the werewolf in his nightmares.
Rudy Turned away from his son to look off into the darkness as well. "It knows we are here, if your going to stay make yourself useful" the words were a little cold, hard from years of discipline. "yes sir" Atticus fell into step behind his father. The cold creeped into his pelt and he became very aware that they were being watched by something. A branch snapped! Atticus barely had time to react as the beast bore down on them. His body froze with fear the same way it had when the werewolf came for his mother. Atticus could see his hungry yellow eyes trained on him but his legs were frozen. It was just about to spring when Rudy intervened. Rudy turned and charged the approaching monster. He slammed into its shoulder moments before it would have snapped Atticus up in its powerful jaws. The wolf fell sideways and Atticus watched his Father tare into its chest and belly with tooth and claw.
All Atticus could see and hear was his mother. The werewolf's jaws closing on her throat and her eyes clinging to his as her life drained from her body. He was paralyzed by the bombardment of memories. he had not allowed them to sneak into his subconscious for years but today the wolf had brought them to the surface. Now Atticus thought it was about to happen all over again. his father seemed to be loosing ground and the wolf; although bloodied seemed like impossible to beat. Atticus felt rage boil in his chest, he would not loose another loved one to werewolves. He charged forward and attacked the werewolf's face and eyes. It bellowed and stumbled backwards away from his father. Atticus was thrown off and struck the ground with such force that the world went black….
Distantly, hours later, Atticus could here his father. "Son… wake up please!" it was slightly panicked as his father nudged at him, trying to rouse him. Atticus opened his two different coloured eyes and gasped at the pain. but he was alive. they both were. The Werewolf was no where to be seen. A look of relief washed over his fathers face but quickly disappeared as though it never happened. "Lets get you home" his father breathed and helped him stand. "Yes Sir" Atticus panted and leaned into his father's shoulder as they walked.