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Here we go again ~

haha thanks for making the thread!

Yeah no problem!
Imma just look over my character and see if I'll make a few changes before posting her

alrighty :)

Sorry I wasn't able to get it up yet, if you want you can go head and start off cause I have to go to work now.

Name: Hunter "Hunt" Lunev

Age: 18

Appearance:
Wolf State


Human State


Background:
Hunt's family history is a convoluted one. His mother was the daughter of the mysterious and mystic werewolf Luctan, who used to be the strongest creature in the land before retiring to a cave. Hunt's mother was the most beautiful werewolf woman in the world. Captivated by her beauty, Hunt's father seduced her and impregnated her with Hunt.

Hunt learned how to hunt and shapeshift at a very young age; he was a child prodigy, in a sense, both intellectually and physically. He could scale a wall with his superhuman, gravity-defying speed by the time he was ten. His coldness and trained skill for killing made him both revered and feared by all the creatures of the land.

But one day, when Hunt was twelve, his father and mother were slaughtered by an unknown werewolf, who left only a crescent-shaped print on their chests as evidence. Hunt was bequeathed with the pack and a mountain of responsibility, which he quickly grew to accept.

Ɲαмє: Rosalie Inferno
Agє: 17
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Hєιgнт: 5'2
Ɯєιgнт: 110
Hαιя Ƈσℓσя: Dark Brown
Ɛує Ƈσℓσя: Chocolate Brown

Hιѕтσяу:

"Never trust a bloody wolf."

That's the one rule that Rosalie has known to follow her entire life. It was one of many, but the first thing, her brother Lucas had taught her. Her parents were murdered when she was five years old by wolves. She doesn't remember much, only flashes of what happened but Lucas filled her in. That day marked the end of the normal childhood she had. After that night, her brother trained her day in and day out to become a hunter, to get revenge on the species that destroyed their family.

All the training paid off and by the time Rosalie was fifteen, the Inferno Siblings were known throughout the humans and the wolves; allies to one and enemies to the other. Instead of going on vacation and having romances like other girls her age, she was traveling around with her brother, killing any wolf they crossed. Their parents had been well off and that money sustained the siblings, insuring that they could always go out and hunt without worrying about anything else. It allowed them to focus on killing the wolves and they quickly grew a reputation; Lucas was unnaturally cruel, anything to kill, and while she was no sweetheart, the wolves would be lucky to be killed by her.

All the gifs loaded fine (I've been starting at the last one for like five minutes lol) and I see you redid your character--she looks awesome! :D
I didn't actually change mine, sorry!! do you mind? I figured I could develop him differently as we went along or something.

Also, as for plot, would you want to change it up a bit instead of repeating the same plot we had last time?

Thanks! But I actually had to take a few bits out because it was messing with it

Yeah I redid a bit of her! It's no big deal, I don't mind that you didn't. I just wanted to lol

But what did you have in mind?

Guy A is the most powerful werewolf in the world, but he's also a world class jerk. He is the leader of the Nightdwellers - a closely knit and dangerously daredevilish pack of werewolves who have tremendous political power in America, China, and Europe.

Girl A is a werewolf hunter, trained to hate the species at a young age by her older brother and unofficial guardian. Her parents died when she was two, but her brother remembers everything - their screams, their pleads, the wolves howling at them and ripping their skins. He trains and trains girl A to be a deadly assassin. She's wicked with a silver blade and knows everything about werewolf anatomy... all of their weak spots, psychological breaking points, magical secrets.

One day girl A's brother disappears, and she suspects that it's the doing of the werewolves who harbor a grudge against him. And so she embarks on a mission of revenge and hatred - and ultimately crosses paths with the most powerful werewolf in the world.

^This was the original premise


We can keep this premise, but I think it might be tedious to redo the same exact thing.
Here are some ideas I just fabricated to spice things up. Lmk what you think:
Nightdwellers are the criminal underworld of the werewolf kingdom, instead of the political rulers; there's some type of war between the werewolf and human kingdom so there's a standoff zone between the borders (think DMZ between North and South Korea), making it difficult for Rosalie to infiltrate the kingdom; Rosalie doesn't find the Nightdwellers right away, but she does some exploring around the werewolf kingdom and is ultimately captured by them and pretends to be a regular human

Oo I like it! So the werewolves are more underground? I like the idea, it's good. And pretending to be a human is something she would do to gather information

Yay :D And yeah they're the underworld underground lol. It's an interesting setting, like City of Embers except grittier. Yes good idea! Maybe she's working for the human government as some sort of spy, but uses the opportunity to search for her brother

IDEA: Hunter is both the criminal underworld leader AND the prince of the werewolf kingdom. Like a double life sort of thing. His goal is to overthrow his grandfather, the long-standing dictator, and the criminal underworld is actually also the rebel force. So eventually he and Rosalie (I keep wanting to type Bianca lol) team up together to collectively overpower the werewolf kingdom

Definitely! When her brother went missing, the government could have approached her? And she agreed to help them but she's really in it for herself. It's easier to get information to find her brother with the government than just herself. But they don't know that lol

Oo I like it!

Yesss that's good
Wow a lot of plot ideas. I feel like we're ready.
Wanna start?

Ugh I hate starting lol
Where should we start?

I hate starting too but I've started for a majority of my rps, unfortunately
I guess before all that plot happens. Somewhere in the human world--wherever you feel comfortable

Alrighties, I'll see what I can whip up:)

"Thank you for your help," Rosalie murmured to the unconscious man on the bed," Not that you were any damn help in the first place." She rolled her eyes before leaving the room and heading back to her own. The man was said to be well informed of the wolves and the humans in their lands but he had nothing for her; nothing about her brother and therefore there was no reason to keep seducing him. The only reason she agreed to help out the government was to find Lucas. Sure, killing wolves had been a factor but she's hardly seen a battle since she joined them. Every time she pressured them they had the same excuse of keeping her safe. This was why she hated unnecessary rules, plus it wasn't her style.

Either way she's had enough of playing teacher and showing them some basic wolf biology. Tonight Rose would make her move. She would sneak into the DMZ and no doubt get caught by wolves. Even if she wasn't, they would be able to sniff her out. Besides what better way to learn more information than get it right from the targets? Especially when her own government wasn't much help. If no one had heard or seen Lucas in so long then she knew he had to be with the wolves. The siblings were known throughout the wolves but Lucas had earned a special hatred for being cruel and she had no doubt that they would have taken him for revenge. The thought made her angry and helped her resolve, nothing would stop her from reuniting with her brother. She knew many believed him dead but the wolves wouldn't let him go peacefully or quietly. They would drag out his death and let the humans know it.

Once in her room, she slipped out of her clothes and took a quick shower to get the smell off that useless guy off of her. Picking out her outfit for tonight was important, it would help out her story. She ended up choosing a pair of black shorts, a white crop top with black hems, high topped converse, and sunglasses with a backpack to accessorize. She took one look at herself in the mirror and with her makeup done, she looked like a normal girl her age. Good. There was a few schools touring the premises for a field trip and she knew how wild undisciplined teens were. The wolves wouldn't think twice about her being in the DMZ. They would probably think she was dared to go, just a little fun gone wrong.

She easily slipped in and out of the buildings until only a gate separated her from the demilitarized zone. Rose was hidden from the lookout toward by the shadows. She counted the seconds she had as the guards switched shifts before swinging herself over the gate and running.

Game on.

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Hunter sniffed his coat to make sure that the scent of human blood had not stuck to his body. The man he had tortured last night was particularly stubborn--more pig-headed than most of the humans he had investigated. Perhaps he hadn't hit him hard enough; maybe palace life had softened him. He frowned at the idea as he walked up the sweeping staircase to the palace before him, his shiny shoes clacking against the marble.

The palace was eerily quiet--a sign that most of the wolves had gone out to hunt for the night. Hunter had already did his hunting. A lot of it. He chuckled to himself at the thought that the wolves would be perplexed at how little there was to kill tonight. Hunter laid a hand on the front of the door, his password into the palace.

It flung open and its creak cut across the night air. Before Hunter laid step on the palace floors, a voice called out from behind him. "You're home."

Hunter spun and knelt, without even looking to see who it was. He could recognize the voice anywhere. It was rough in the way that a werewolf's voice was always gruff after a night of howling and ripping up animal carcasses. This was the voice that had, just last week, sent four hundred wolves to death by drowning in Silver Lake, and that had the power to call assembly to all the werewolves in the kingdom with just one word.

"Your majesty," he whispered.

"I haven't seen you around." King Eilorn's wizened, black eyes scanned Hunter's knelt figure. Even as Hunt knelt, they were eye level, and the king expanded his chest in the way he always did when he felt his power was being undermined. "Where have you been?"

Hunter stiffened. He wasn't supposed to have hunted today, and he shuddered to think of the consequences if the king found out. He said the most violent thing that came to mind. "I heard word of a werewolf using your name in vain. I hunted him down and killed him."

The king chuckled. his gray beard bouncing. "You've been taught well, son."

Hunter curled his lips and suppressed the urge to flinch. He knew King Eilorn would find joy in the suffering of others. Two decades of breathing the same, poisonous air and being in this insufferable palace had taught him that much. Werewolves trembled in King Eilorn's presence and had done so for the past eighty years, ever since he first sat upon his blood-stained throne.

Hunter never trembled out of fear. No--he trembled with rage and shame of being the grandson of such a king.

It surprisingly had taken longer than Rosalie expected to be captured. She hadn't bothered to conceal herself once she was closer to the wolves side than the humans. It was dark out and although she couldn't see, she knew they were watching her. They could have tried to kill her by now but a hostage was better than a dead body.

The second she hopped over the fence and her feet touched the ground, they were on her. She couldn't see them, not in the dark, but she felt their hands grab her before dragging her in deeper in their lands. It had only been a minute or two before the wolf who had her stopped walking and by that time her eyes had adjusted to the night. "Who are you?" The wolf demanded, finally letting her see him. Rose gave off the aura of a scared girl, her eyes going wide before stumbling back. He might be the only wolf she could see, but she knew there were others watching. "V-Violet Hastings!" She blurted out, obviously not being able to use her real name. "Please, this was just a dare!"

"Don't be so harsh Ben," A woman came out from the dark, slinking in. She was about twenty five and although her voice was soft, her eyes were cruel and her hand cold when she placed her hand under her chin and forced her to look at her. "She's pretty cute, for a human anyways. She'd fetch a high price." Her eyes scanned Rose up and down, before stopped at her backpack. She immediately emptied out everything, probably looking for a weapon, but she wasn't an idiot. Her backpack would be the first place anyone would look. "Looks like we got us a good one boys," The woman called out and she heard more rustling before two men, a few years older than herself appeared. She strained her ears, that appeared to be the last of them.

"What are we going to do with her?" One of the newbies asked.

"Eat her?"

"Sell her."

Bingo. Rosalie wasn't exactly sure what they were seeking her for. But for now it meant she didn't have to kill any wolf and they would unknowingly be bringing an enemy deeper into the wolf kingdom.

(Sorry mine was super short btw)

King Eilorn wasn't going to let Hunter go--that much he knew for sure. They walked through the open doors, their footsteps echoed by the creeping, soft steps of fifty wolves whose gaze pierced Hunter's back. Plenty of kings had died from assassinations, and Eilorn evidently didn't want to be one of them.

Upon entering the palace doors, Hunter's body was immediately blasted with a shock of frigid air. His wolf hair was not there to protect his skin from the biting cold. Cambian, smart bastard, had forced Hunter to wear fur-lined shoes despite Hunter's violent protests, and thank the moon Hunter obeyed--his feet would have fallen from frostbite had he chosen to walk barefoot. The ice beneath his feet was dry and misting so heavily Hunter could hardly see where he was going.

Of course Eilorn had conveniently forgot to warn Hunter of the dangers of the Ice Palace for human-formed wolves. Eilorn walked in front of Hunter without a trace of concern, and he walked unperturbed through the cold as if his icy nature had lent to his resistance to the cold.

As if he had a soul.

It was fortunate that Eilorn had not turned around, for if he had, he would see Hunter shivering through the mist. Hunter hid the shiver from his voice as he said, "I hear that a human family has recently attempted to cross the Dead Zone."

The king's chuckle cut across the hazy mist. "Humans abandon their own kingdoms to join ours, even in the midst of war. They must be used as a lesson for our kind."

"You have captured the family, then?" Hunter asked.

"Naturally." The king fell abruptly silent, the type of silence that commanded quiet. Hunter knew better than to ask more questions of his grandfather. They walked in silence, even though questions were banging to get out of him.

Where was the human family? Dead? Hidden? And, more importantly, what did they know of Hunter's underworld?

They walked through a corridor so dark that Hunter relied on the sound of the king's steps to avoid getting lost. Years away from the palace had sapped his memories of its maze-like structure. Wolves had been known to get lost and die in the crevices of the palace.

Hunter had not come to the palace to meander through the maze with his grandfather. He had come to gather information, but the king seemed intent on bringing him as deep into this icy hell as he possibly could.