Roleplay

@Gramarye [i]Lupinus: of the wolf [/i] IC Thread: [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2655572]Here[/url] [b]Important: now that the roleplay has begun, new characters should be made either human(to be bitten in the story or to simply live in Rowan)or loners (to enter the Alarie territory and maybe join). No more automatic members of the pack will be accepted, they must join through roleplay! If there's a role besides these, go ahead and ask me![/b] [u]Werewolves[/u] The small town of Rowan hosts a peculiar feature. It's a safe haven for a pack of werewolves, not that the normal citizens are aware. These werewolves have the ability to turn into wolves at will. In this form, they are stronger, faster, and heal quicker. However, this comes with a price. While their abilities increase with the waxing of the moon, their control decreases. On the full moon, this is at its peak. Often an alpha will take their pack deep into their territory on the full moon and spend it running them to exhaustion. Werewolves can be born or bitten. There are few differences between them, but born werewolves tend to exhibit better control over their shift and are more competent alphas. However, being born or bitten does not account for individual differences in speed or strength. Only an alpha can bite someone to change them, which ensures only wolves they choose are added to their pack. Bitten wolves join the pack of the alpha which turned them an overwhelming majority of the time, as bites are considered gifts, not to be forced upon an unwilling human. Alphas are never born, the power is passed down to another pack member upon the Alpha's death. It is unclear what dictates who is next in line. Packs themselves are usually small. Made of no more than twenty wolves, the group must be tightly knit and trust each other with their lives. There may be loose hierarchies among the follower, or beta wolves, but the only absolute authority is the alpha. They are not migratory creatures, instead staking out one territory and defending it viciously. They are also fiercely protective of each other as well as physically affectionate. It is rare that any werewolf has personal space issues, especially when members of their pack are like extensions of their own limbs. They look much like humans when not in their shifted forms, and are usually tall and well muscled. When emotionally heightened, their eyes will change as well as their fangs and claws growing. Alphas have eyes of liquid gold, and betas have the purest silver. In rare cases, there are wolves who don't belong to a pack. There are many reasons why this might be the case, but none of them are pleasant. Lone wolves are weaker than those with a pack, and they lack the control of pack creatures. Their instincts, all of which urge the creature to seek an alpha and a pack, ensure that a lone wolf is never content, and often migratory. Their eyes are a stagnant bronze. More questions? Ask away! [u]Rowan[/u] Rowan is large enough to maintain anonymity, but small enough to be surrounded by dense woods and not receive many visitors. They have their own grocery store, gas station, coffee shop, and a few family run restaurants to serve as amenities. The townsfolk remain blissfully ignorant of the secrets hidden in the woods. They stay away from the mist-bound trees, and not even hunters dare to tread within. More questions? Ask away! [u]The Pack[/u] Nora Alarie leads the Rowan Pack. She encourages her betas to move into the Den, a large mansion in the woods, only connected to Rowan by a private dirt road. The Den was passed down through her family, as an Alarie has led the Rowan Pack for generations. In order to keep her pack in fighting shape, she often drills them on sparring, hunting, tracking, and other skills she deems necessary. She allows her pack free reign otherwise, to go into town freely or remain in the woods. Feel free to make other Alarie relatives! [u]Plot[/u] Marcel Alarie, Nora's uncle, was the previous alpha of the Rowan pack. He was a prideful wolf who started many conflicts with other packs and even provoked the hunters of the supernatural. Eventually, he was slain. However, the harm had already been done. The Alarie pack was no longer an honorable name, and many who bore grudges seek to strike while the pack is still weak. Many of the betas left while Marcel was leading the pack, and Nora was left with few betas when she took his place. She's done her best to gather more, but a storm is brewing and she worries it will be too late. [u]Not sure what to be?[/u]: -Veteran Werewolf -Bitten Werewolf -Lone Wolf -Human -Other, [i]ask[/i] [code] Name: Gender: Age: Rank/Pack: Appearance: Personality: History: Other: [/code]

Character Forms:

@Gramarye
Name: Nora Alarie

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Rank/Pack: Alpha of the Alarie Pack

Appearance: Nora is a tall woman with pale skin and a muscled frame. Her features are as sharp and wolfish as her mind and she wields her beauty like a weapon. Her silky brown hair is impeccably curled and her eyes are always a bit too red to be called brown. She usually settles for prowling about in flowery sundresses and bare feet.

Personality: Nora inherited a broken pack in a precarious position of power at a young age. She's had to exert a powerful aura of authority near constantly in order to retain her control. Gathering betas she trusts has been taxing upon her, and recently, she's been on near constant edge.

History: Nora was born into the Alarie Pack under her uncle's leadership. He was a bad alpha, hungry for power. He turned whoever he could manage to keep under his claws, and even went so far as to try to pull betas from other packs and lone wolves to his power. Eventually that, along with the powerful enemies he'd made, proved to be his undoing.

As his grip over the betas slipped, more and more left the pack or were killed. Nora's parents were hunted down, her older sister was killed in a raid by another pack. The entire pack- or what remained of it- was losing control over their shift and Marcel grew more desperate each day that passed.

The end was messy, but Nora was the alpha when the dust settled.

Very few betas remained with her, and she struggles to rebuild her pack from the ground up, left with only a large, empty house and too many ghosts to face.

Other: She's highly affectionate and enjoys the casual skinship that comes with a true packbond.

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@SketchyRawr
Name: Erios Canis

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Rank/Pack: Beta // Alarie Pack

Appearance: A mid height male standing at 5'9 with pale skin and coconut-like brown hair. His eyes are cyanish-white with a cat like pupil inside his almond shaped eyes. He is also noted to be slim but not sickly slim, but most still think it is anyway. And on his left leg, a spiral scar is seen trailing from his shin till his ankle.
He is commonly seen with a greyish-white shirt with long sleeves that's a little over his arms. His pale brown jeans are worn with a brown belt and are tucked into black strapped boots that reach to about half of his shins.

Personality: Erios is a...weird one. His true personality is like a robot's, but not alot know that. He learnt all sorts of emotion by observing and changes according to his current situation, though, sometime he can be very unpredictable. Much to his annoyance, sometime his "robot-like personality" would slip out accidentally, which may surprise those who doesn't know him very well.

History: Born from two loners, Erios was taught by his mother how to survive in the wild in case something happened. He never knew who his father exactly was, and never bothered to find him.

Erios and his mother was one of the few loners who were pulled into the pack of Alarie. Her mother was killed shortly after due to being hunted down. Erios, who was devastated by the sudden news, became (kinda) emotionless and disobey almost every order. He was nearly killed by a hunter once, thanks to the alpha, but manage to escape in cost for a permanent scar on his left leg that trails from his shin to ankle in a spiral form.

When Nora became the new alpha, he is more than relieve and became one of the few betas to stay close with her, and will continue to support her regardless.

Other:
-Hates the cold, but also hates the heat
-Love cuddles
-Very fond of felines

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@meely
Name: Ainsley Banks

Gender: Male

Age: 24 (human years)

Rank/Pack: Beta / Alarie Pack

Appearance: Ainsley is a tall, tanned man with a little bit of fat as well as muscle. He's got brown hair and soft dark eyes. For the most part, he looks kind of... Well, weak. A mere facade, however, which you'd know if you were ever bitten by him. His wolf form has brown fur and silver eyes, and is surprisingly smaller than the average wolf, but certainly not to be messed with. Ainsley much prefers his human form, and rarely turns unless he has to (though he does sleep in his wolf form whenever possible).

Personality: Ainsley is, frankly, a bit of an idiot. A sweet idiot, but an idiot nonetheless. In all fairness to him, it's not really his fault. He's actually very nice, and tries his best to be helpful. He is firmly loyal and wants to be of use. But he has a tendency to make... Mistakes. He's clumsy, which gives him the appearance of being a bit of a wreck. His brain moves slow, but he's a great mediator. He just has that kind of aura that can bring calm. Well, that or that violence will make him hide under a table. He can be a bit annoying when he's following pack members around like a lost puppy, but he's also a good ear, and he loves being around people. And animals. And plants. And anything, really. He might be a bit too trusting, but that's what makes him happy to be around others. This can be uplifting at times, and downright annoying at others, especially since it's impossible for him to tell if you're in a bad mood.

History: Ainsley remembers very little. He's pretty sure that he was a member of a different pack, once, but he can't be sure. Everything's a bit fuzzy ever since he hit his head on that rock as a child; it really rattled his brain. He's not even sure how he got here, to be honest, but he is now. They found him napping in the garden, and he's here to stay.

Other:
- Genuinely believes he's pretty smart. Few have the heart to tell him he's an idiot, and he's often seen doing 'really important jobs!' You know, like laundry.

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@FrostSol
Name: Drago Hearst

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Rank/Pack: Loner // None

Appearance: A fair-skinned 5'9 male with shoulder length black hair and bronze eyes. He often ties his hair back into a ponytail on many occasions letting only his bands hang freely around his face. His casual attire usually consists of black jeans and a loose T-Shirt which can range in color according to his tastes on that specific day.

While as a wolf he is a large dark grey male that fades to silver around his legs and paws, his muzzle and the area around his eyes are pitch black making it appear as though he is wearing a mask. On his shoulders is a large triangular shaped collection of black fur which is thicker than the rest and gathers on his spine. His eyes are a honey-bronze color.

Personality: Drago is a reasonably quiet Were, preferring to stay anonymous on many levels. However, he is very friendly and likely won't attack unless he is provoked or his sister is threatened.

History: The Hearst family was formerly found dwelling within a different pack's territory from their inability to find well-paying jobs. Drago's mother was stuck in a coma after a nasty incident in her old workplace (A factory), and they were fighting to get enough money to pay off her medical bills. His father took to shadier business but eventually just gave up on trying to help, leaving his young adult son and daughter with their mother's debt. Both siblings are still working on paying the debts.

Drago himself was bitten by a feral loner when doing a late night shift at the town's graveyard. Upon his first transformation he'd gotten many invitations to join the pack that had come to defend him and his family, however, he refused when one of the newer members slipped up informing him of their objective — an attack on a nearby pack.

Other:
Over-Protective Brother
While it is risky, he prefers taking runs during the day when the pack is less active.
Has fairly decent control over his shifts, even refers to his wild side as his friend on most instances.
He becomes very sarcastic when uncomfortable or angry
Has a collar and leash for when he and his sister go out jogging together.

Name: Leandra Hearst (Lea)

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Rank/Pack: Human

Appearance: A soft looking girl at around 5'5 in height with auburn hair that reaches past her shoulders. Her skin is fair much like her brother's only sporting a tiny scar on her lower lip. Her eyes are a dull honey-bronze color.

Personality: Extremely introvert but also friendly like her brother. She is level-headed and does well to think before she acts on her instinct.

History:
(Refer to her brother's)

The move to Rowan caught Lea by surprise. However, she has warmed up quite a bit and taken it upon herself to help out at a cafe & diner business. She is remaining perfectly oblivious to any werewolves other than her brother.

Other:
Animal enthusiast and huge book-worm
She can't sing. At all. (Her brother says she sounds like a wolf pup trying to howl.)
Suffers from sleeping issues so usually goes jogging with her brother early in the mornings.

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@BlackberryDown
Name: Russel "Rusty" Bernard
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Rank/Pack: Loner // None
Appearance: Standing at 5'9", Rusty stands at average height, with a huskier body type. He's stronger than he looks, with muscle being hidden underneath the layer of fat, making him a solid tank. His skin is slightly tanned, with small scars littering it from romps in the woods and old fights. His reddish brown hair is short cut, and looks like he just rolled out of bed. Rusty's square face is usually covered with stubble, and his grey eyes always seem to be half-lidded, as if he just woke up from a nap.
Wears clothes suited for the outdoors mostly. His wardrobe consists of vests, flannels, long sleeve shirts, jeans, hiking boots, and other similar gear. He also loves colorful wool socks, although they are often hidden from view. Has a sturdy, antique wristwatch that he always keeps maintained and running on time.
His wolf form is on the larger side, with a mix of black and reddish brown fur. As the full moon approaches, his eyes become more cyan in color, uninhibited by the silver that betas in packs usually have.
Personality: Rusty is seems to be detached from almost everything, rarely ever seeming to show emotion. He rarely talks unless spoken too, and even then its usually blunt and to the point. He likes the quiet, and avoids interacting with large groups, but he does seem to enjoy being around people he knows. Despite his calm nature, he seems to have a rebellious streak, ignoring people when they attempt to ask him to do stuff, and just doing whatever he wants. His defiant nature is increased when in his wolf from, his aloof personality being switched for a more confrontational one. Rusty will challenge any wolf that shows him aggression or defiance, only stopping when he's either beaten or outnumbered.
History: Rusty was born into a small pack that was extremely close, with all the members being treated as family. When a rival pack defeated and absorbed Rusty's pack into their own, he left, rather facing the world as a loner than be with the people who split his family apart. He now travels the country, an aloof loner who just so happened to stumble into Rowan.
Other:
Lives in a small RV that he's really protective of.
Takes a lot of naps.
Can easily be won over with food.

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@NeutralEgg
Name: Evelyin Marbore

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Rank/Pack: Human || No Pack/ Rank

Appearance: Long auburn/copper hair, with riveting emerald eyes. Fair skin, lightly freckled, with a tattoo of a date on her shoulder blade. Slim, angled eyes, high cheekbones, and dimples. Sweet smile, symmetrical face. Hour-glass body, tall (Stands at about 5'10"). Long, articulate fingers that are well-callused from her guitar playing.

Personality: Evelyin is sweet, proud and stubborn. She can be naive at points, but it's only because she tries as hard as she can to see the best parts of an over-all dark picture. She's extremely intelligent, loves books, animals and music of any kind, though she prefers soundtrack music.

History: Evelyin was born to Harrison and Veronica Marbore. Both well established in society, Evelyin had an easy childhood, not having to worry about when her next meal was going to be. Everything seemed to be going fine, then, one day in the month of November in her tenth year, her father and mother headed out for a trip and never returned. She was soon carted off to her uncle and aunt's, who were a lot less good of caretakers. They exposed her to the opposites of her previous life until her grandmother swooped in and saved her from her aunt and uncle when she was thirteen. She lived with her grandmother from then on.

Other: Her parents were supernatural enthusiasts, and though she is sort of aware of what lurks in the misty forest, she isn't sure about the whole truth, though she did know her uncle and aunt liked to make frequent "hunting" trips to the forest but never bring back any game...

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@Onigame

Name: Romeo Anders

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Rank/Pack: Human

Appearance: Romeo has a pretty strong build for someone his age which is mostly due to the hard labor he does around the farm. He's a pretty casual guy as he has no real need to dress up. Often wearing t-shirts, flannel, jeans, or shorts depending on the weather and what he is doing. His skin is fairly tan, the only thing that really stands out about him is his hair that has pink highlights and shaved at the sides, maybe his hazel eyes too.

Personality: Romeo is a truthful person who wears his heart on his sleeve. He was taught to lie to others or himself, and he also doesn't take too kindly to people lying to him. He is a very social person who does well in groups and almost always needs another living being around him, human or animal. Romeo is very energetic and needs something to keep him entertained so he doesn't go bouncing off the walls.

History: Born as an unwanted child he was given to his aunt and grandparents who believed the had no choice but to take him in. His grandparents took care of him but they were old and also had to take care of the farm so he often played around with his aunt, who was only twelve at the time.

When he was five his aunt left for the city with a couple of friends to train to become professional boxers which left Romeo and his grandparents only with whoever they hired to help out on the farm. Two years later his grandfather died of heart problems in his sleep and soon after his grandmother passed of heartbreak.

Due to the deaths, his aunt came back to Rowan since she was left the farm in the will, giving up her dreams of boxing since once again she felt she had no choice but to take it over. However, things have been smooth sailing ever since.

Other:
-Romeo has ADHD
-Has taken up self-teaching himself the guitar
-Had a slight southern accent he isn't even sure came from
-He's questioning his sexuality

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Name: Stella Anders

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Rank/Pack: Human

Appearance: Also has a strong build due to years of continuous boxing and hard labor. Her hair is in a pixie cut and is dyed grey (because she freaked out after finding one too many grey hairs but shhh). Usually wearing causal clothing fit for what she's doing that day. Her skin is a darker tan than Romeo's but instead of hazel eyes, she has dark brown.

Personality: Stella is a very loud and aggressive person, not that she realizes. She keeps her opinions out there without much thought. While Romeo's honesty is more polite, Stella's is more brutal as she doesn't hold back. She's always down for some friendly sparring or less friendly and more full out fights, whichever comes first.

History: Stella was always a loud person who didn't know how to not hurt other people's feelings, this personality got her in many petty fights in the playground. She took up learning how to box to be able to put her money where her mouth was.

When baby Romeo came into her life she wanted to go chase after her sister and her boyfriend for not taking reasonability for their child even if they were young and confused. She didn't like Romeo at first, but she had to help take care of him, and naturally, he grew on her.

When the time came and she was given the chance to leave Rowan to become a boxer she didn't think twice about leaving and left only three days later. Over those two years, she was winning a lot of rounds, but two weeks before her first major fight she got the news of her parents deaths. She had the choice of having Romeo move with her to the city and have the farm be sold, but she couldn't bring herself to let her home be sold away and came back to claim what was hers.

Other:
-After leaving the city she was in a long distance relationship with her girlfriend for three years before they both decided they couldn't do it any longer.
-Bisexual queen
-Very surprised that Romeo hasn't gone through a rebellious phase after what his childhood was like

@Gramarye

Is it alright to have multiple characters, if so, how many at once?

@Shiraki Multiple characters are fine! I'll put the limit at three for now, though that is subject to change

Name: Erios Canis

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Rank/Pack: Beta // Alarie Pack

Appearance: A mid height male standing at 5'9 with pale skin and coconut-like brown hair. His eyes are cyanish-white with a cat like pupil inside his almond shaped eyes. He is also noted to be slim but not sickly slim, but most still think it is anyway. And on his left leg, a spiral scar is seen trailing from his shin till his ankle.
He is commonly seen with a greyish-white shirt with long sleeves that's a little over his arms. His pale brown jeans are worn with a brown belt and are tucked into black strapped boots that reach to about half of his shins. A white, with a bit of brown crow skull necklace can be seen hanging around his neck all the time.

Personality: Erios is a...weird one. His true personality is like a robot's, but not alot know that. He learnt all sorts of emotion by observing and changes according to his current situation, though, sometime he can be very unpredictable. Much to his annoyance, sometime his "robot-like personality" would slip out accidentally, which may surprise those who doesn't know him very well.

History: Born from two loners, Erios was taught by his mother how to survive in the wild in case something happened. He never knew who his father exactly was, and never bothered to find him.

Erios and his mother was one of the few loners who were pulled into the pack of Alarie. Her mother was killed shortly after due to being hunted down. Erios, who was devastated by the sudden news, became (kinda) emotionless and disobey almost every order. He was nearly killed by a hunter once, thanks to the alpha, but manage to escape in cost for a permanent scar on his left leg that trails from his shin to ankle in a spiral form.

When Nora became the new alpha, he is more than relieve and became one of the few betas to stay close with her, and will continue to support her regardless.

Other:
-Hates the cold, but also hates the heat
-Love cuddles
-Very fond of felines

@SketchyRawr He looks great! Accepted!

Name: Oliver K. Schatten
(K=Krause)

Gender: Male

Age: 15 (Born: January 13th)

Rank/Pack: Delta / Alarie Pack

Appearance: Oliver is small for his age, but his smaller size makes it easier for him to dodge attacks, and aid in swiftness. He has shoulder length black hair with grey, reddish undertones. His eyes are a soft olive green, but as the full moon draws nigh, they slowly shift into a bright, toxic green.

Personality: Oliver is fairly quiet around most he is unfamiliar with, but as he gets to know you, he becomes more sarcastic and... well... weird...

He takes joy in learning more about the genuine human lifestyle, and would likely give up his werewolf lifestyle to go to a normal high school.
(Whereas everyone in high school wants to give up high school to be a werewolf.
It's almost become an obsession, one that is usually interrupted by Camellia.

History:
The Schatten siblings were once three, after their parents died due to unfortunate circumstances in the pack, furthermore, their older brother mysteriously disappeared after venturing too far from the pack.

Oliver, despite it all, respects his brother, due to that he left to find more territory.

The siblings are determined to make the most of whatever life has handed to them, and they're going to do it together.

Other:
- Oliver has great respect for nature
- He knows much of how humans behave, saying they aren't that much different from wolves.
- Big Gay

Name: Camellia R. Schatten

Gender: Female

Age: 17 ( Born: July 8th)

Rank/Pack: Delta / Alarie Pack

Appearance: Camellia is taller than Oliver, and has long, dusky red hair. Like Oliver, her eyes are olive green, however instead of changing to a toxic color as the moon waxes, hers avert into a pinkish, magenta color. She's more bulky than Oliver, and relies more on muscle than speed.

Personality: Camellia is often the one dragging Oliver on her adventures, mostly because she's trying to keep him away from his obsession with how normal humans function.
She does like to tease Oliver, who is seen, generally, as the black sheep of the Schattens.
She can be very boisterous and loud, taking great pride in her strength, but she is also loyal, and will fight with her all for the glory of the pack.

However, she is willing to give up all she has for her brother, even if it claims her life.

History: The Schatten siblings were once three, after their parents died due to unfortunate circumstances in the pack, furthermore, their older brother mysteriously disappeared after venturing too far from the pack.

Camellia greatly resents her elder brother for abandoning the siblings, and refuses to even speak of his name.

The siblings are determined to make the most of whatever life has handed to them, and they're going to do it together.

Other:
- She worries for Oliver constantly, despite what she may say
- She could punch through a wall and her painted nails would be fine (true superpower)
- She would willingly die a thousand painful deaths if it meant Oliver only had to die once, peacefully.

@Shiraki I'm assuming delta is supposed to be beta?

They look great! Wonderful additions to the pack!

@/Shiraki @/SketchyRawr

After one more person I'll start the roleplay, but sign ups will stay open :))

A delta is actually the middle positions of a pack, not beta, but not omega either. Delta position is commonly just hunting and scouting.