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May 27, 2013 08:18AM
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me too. what kind? My favorite
Kidnapped/Kidnapper
Incest
high school (maybe we could do this?)
or paranormal
((GR nevers notifies me of comments! GRR!))
I like any. The only supernatural I'll do is werewolves if you want to do that
Sure we can do werewolves. wanna start ur character ?
umm i like being the boy. what about you/
I'll be either, so you don't mind if I'm the girl?
nope!:Di'll make my charrie (character) now. (i'm the guy, right)
Yes you are the guy and I'll make mine as well
*Update: In case you noticed, I changed the image of Ian because after awhile of playing him, I didn't feel as though he'd have blonde hair or an unrealistic body frame. Hope this is a better version!Name: Ian Rivers
Age:18
Sex:Male
Height:5'8 1/2
Weight:140
Personality:very humorous at times. he circles himself around people who genuinely like him for him and he is open with everyone. He's caring but has his ways of being sometimes paranoid and vengeant.
Appearance:
History:He takes care and lives with his mother, who is a single parent that is ill. His dad he hasn't seen in years since their divorce, and that's because his dad is secretly part of a clan of creatures who protect the domain race from dangerous beings on the planet. His mother is a human, therefore he is half human. He doesn't use his powers to his advantage however. But he has a bad boy reputation in school and around girls. He barely has any girlfriends.
Characters (played by me)
Ian G. Rivers
Gerald Rivers:
Marianne Rivers:
Valince (Rose's mentor and a co-leader of the clan ):
Asa (Rose's mentor and co-leader of the clan)
Wendell Winston:
Tyler Micci
Ramona Hawthorne
Name: Rose Hawthorne Age: 18
Appearance: long dark blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, tall, fairly slim, pale skin, just above average chest, nice hips.
Personality: she is a kind girl and likes to talk when she gets to know someone. She is otherwise very shy and has no friends. She is smart and caring, and easy to know. She loves romance, but has never had romance.
History: Rose was abandoned by both her parents at a young age, left to fend for herself. She ended up living with foster parents, and left them on her 18th birthday when she had her first change into a werewolf. It totally freaked her out and she lives alone, trying to figure out why it's happening to her.
((so my charrie is half-werewolve and yours is full werewolve? lol ok))Ian broke through the double doors of his high school auditorium, barging through the exit. His emotions were off the scale, and his appearance was transferring again. His eyes had changed from a green to a gray, and he knew people would ask why is he changing so he had to leave. "Not again. Why now?" He muttered to himself, sprinting off into a shady oak.
((he's changing into a werewolf during school if you were wondering))
((Yeah she is an kk.))Rose was walked with her hood up and head down when she felt her muscles twitch. She groaned and went outside unseen. "Why now..." She murmured to herself and ran by the trees.
((And just a question in ur guys pic is he missing an arm?))
((omg he's probably touching his back or scratching his ass or something......whatevs LOL:D I didn't even see that!))((are they going to meet at the same forest?))
Ian fled into the woods, his panting escalating as the temperature in his body changed. He was red hot. His arms were growing hairier. It wasn't his first change, but the other times he'd morphed it was usually a sign that the Clan members were arranging something. but there was no one here. and he was all alone. "Damn." he scolded himself.
((Oh kk lol, and yeah they should meet in wolf form))She ran in and leaned against a tree. Her skin was getting blotchy and her arm hair was growing. She crouched down and took her clothes off so they wouldn't rip while she was changing. She just sat and waited for the pain.
He tried standing, but his legs has restructured themselves in canine form and he fell to the ground. The searing pain had begun. He let out a long howl. "Aww-oooooh!"
She heard something and her eyes widened, then she started to change. She groaned and cried through the pain, hoping it would end.
Ian heard another cry, possibly a female. He snapped his eyes shut, blaring out the screams and shooting pain that preceeded. He could sense everything around him, the tightening of his pecks, the cawing of birds. After about five minutes when the pain subsided he sniffed with his long werewolve nose for the peculiar scent of the other wolve. She was on the other side of the forest, he speculated.
She finally changed fully, and stretched out her muscles. She listened with her acute hearing for anything different. She started to walk around carefully.((She should be the only living female werewolf))
((cool))Ian picked up her scent. He knew now that it was a she. But it couldn't be. Only one was existent in the entire generation. It couldn't be.....but could it?
She trotted around, snarling at any animals that passed her, just for fun.
Ian pummeled through the rocks. One sliced his wrist. It bled and he tried covering it as he continued racing for his dream girl. He'd studied the only living creature his kind ever since he was annointed as a werewolf. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks. Her silhouette was some 15 yards away!
She just ran around, stretching out her muscles. She heard something then stopped and growled, looking for whatever it was.
He hid his figure behind a green bush so no one else could see him, but he got a good angle of her body. She was bodacious and quick, he decided as he saw her trampling small insects. He stepped forward to get a better view, but a tree branch snapped underneath him. He cursed under his breath. Had she heard him?
((It's okay))She turned around quickly and looked around where he was. She growled and bared her fangs, her shoulders hunching on instinct.
He bared his fangs crawling backward. If he would have to fight her, it would be so. He clawed at the ground and arched his shoulders so he could see her eye to eye.
She spotted him and snarled, but really was scared inside.
He sensed her drawing fear and stopped dead in his tracks. "Are you...the last surviving female?" He said in his wolf voice.
Her ears twitched and she shrugged, not knowing what he meant.. She didn't know how to speak yet.
He sniffed her once more and eased. She was still young...perhaps six months to a year, he couldn't tell. He trudged closer to her and circled her to draw in her scent. The Mark of the last surviving female was on her coat and he knew then that it was her. He softly nuzzled her coat, then faced her and bent down to show her his honor.
She looked at him, not sure what was going on.
He nuzzled her again, panting. It was 4 pm. His mother was probably waiting for him.Just as he was about to leave, he saw her tattered clothes. He paced over to the clothes, smelling them fervently
She ran over and nudged him, standing over her clothes.
He looked up and down at the clothes then her. He understood that they were hers. When he looked at the blue lettering on the back of the shirt, he saw the letters conglomerated to form R-O-S-E. "Rose?" He lypsynched to her, arching an eyebrow, "Is that your name?"
His eyes widened. He'd seen this girl ever since he started school at Bridgeport High. She was in one of his classes, not that he went to them everyday. Most times he skipped, but when he didn't he saw her, in the corner...He ran to one of the bushes and shapeshifted himself in human form. Then he walked to Rose, not caring that he didn't have any clothes on. He'd find his shorts later. He grinned at that thought.
"Ian," he introduced himself, holding out his hand.
She looked at him with wide eyes, then ran behind a bush, changing as quickly as possible. She had brought her clothes with her and put them on. She went out to see him. "You're like me?" She asked him quietly.
Ian nodded, finally understanding why she was so familiar. Even in human form, she looked like the chosen one. "I'm like you." He said softly, "And there are plenty more of us out there, out somewhere. Who are your parents?"
She smiled softly, glad she wasn't the only one. "My parents... I don't know. They left me at a young age." She said to him. She tried to keep her eyes on his face but they kept going astray on his body and she blushed.
He felt her blush and instantly turned three shades pink. If only he'd taken his clothes with him! He stopped to turn and find his clothes, but felt all the more humiliated when he knew she'd see his.....well he didn't want to say. He sprinted into the woods, then returned to the same spot without a problem in his khakis and t-shirt. He smiled at her when he was fully clothed, "Guess that was a bit distracting, huh? I come from a family of humans. At least, my mom's family. My dad is an omega leader and he disappeared when i turned 3."
She bit her lip and smiled at him. "Well that's nice. I lived with a foster family until my first change, then I left them and got an apartment on my own." She explained to him/
He frowned, "So you don't live with anyone, just yourself? Don't you ever feel....lonely?" He asked feeling uncomfortable. His impression of her was slightly different now.
She shrugged. "Well, I didn't want to put anyone in danger with me being a werewolf. It's not like I could've told my foster family." She told him.
