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8:41pm May 24 2010
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I heard the screams, their screams, before I felt the God awful pain. As I opened my eyes the fogginess faded from my brain and I could see again. The screaming had stopped, and there was an awful burning, smoky scent in the room, almost like burnt rubber. The throbbing in my head never ceased, and the small puddle on the floor, crimson red, was proof that something had hit me, hard. Suddenly I realized what happened as I spotted a bloody base ball bat a few feet away, obviously to hit me with. What is going on here? I wondered, quivering as I stood up slowly. It was very dark in here, gl*censored* shattered all over the floor, blood dripping from my forehead from the gash that bat had given me. I slowly and cautiously opened the bedroom door, and stared at what I saw. My brother's corpse lie in front of my doorway, his throat slit and his arms out to his sides, as if he was trying to protect me, to prevent an intruder from entering my room. But what for? Only time would tell. Shocked and unable to make out the situation, I only wanted to get out of there. I sprang over his body and began to run, sliding through the kitchen and grabbing my car keys, though the other half of the house was burning. As I rushed for the garage, my eyes came apon a gruesome sight, both of my parents and my little sister, lying side-by-side, dead, murdered by the intruder. What had they come for? My parents' money? An item of interest? Usually intruders didn't murder their victims, and if they did they would have made sure that all of them had been killed. Something was definitely wrong. My stomach lurched. My entire family was dead. I was the only one alive. If only I had been able to protect them, or even be able to cross over with them to the other world.
Suddenly there was a gunshot, and the front door burst open. The SWAT team entered, threatening to shoot me. My parents must have called the police before they were killed. But why were they aiming the guns at me? I was part of this family. A victim. "On the ground! On the ground now!" The captain shouted, pointing his handgun at me. Even though I was shocked, I was obedient and I lie flat on my stomach with my hands over my head. After that one of the SWAT members knocked me out with a blow to the head.
I was taken to the interrogation room once I recovered from my ordeal, where the interrogation team were quite violent. "Earlier today, we recieved a call from your parents, saying that you had gone mad, and turned into a monster of some sort. Well, obviously a deadly one. They said you turned into some kind of 'wolf' monster, and went after your little sister first. Within two minutes the call was disconnected and we arrive to find all of the residents at the home slaughtered. Apparently the older boy knocked you unconcious with a bat to save himself, but he's dead too." The man who entered the room dropped a folder on the metal table that I was cuffed to, and began walking around the table, driving my mind mad.
"I don't know what you're talking about sir. I don't know why I'm here. I'm no 'wolf monster', okay? If I was I would have known. Just tell me who killed my family and where that person is so he will get the punishment he deserves, alright?" I growled, my eyes fixed on the man's throat, my instincts wanting to kill him. I didn't know why, though, but at the time I had no idea if any of this was true.
"You are your family's killer. You are the one who shifted into the monster. I don't think that your parents would lie about something like that in a life or death situation, do you?" The man reached across the table and grabbed my shoulders, and shook me, and every bit of me wanted wanted to rip my arms from these cuffs and lunge at the man, to strangle him, but there were SWAT guards in the room, guns in hand. I was cuffed with steel and the table was cemented into the floor. There was no way out of here, unless I could get these cuffs off. Without one more answer, he began talking again, but I didn't listen this time. I began fiddling with my cuffs underneath the table, making myself sweat enough to slip through the cuffs. Even as my hands were free, I waited for him to turn his back on me. As soon as he did, I leaped up onto the table, then jumped into the gl*censored* door, shattering it and I made a mad dash for the windows of the three-story building. I wouldn't make it past the exit, I would be caught by guards first. I leaped through the window, then in mid-air bent my knees and crossed my arms across my chest to brace myself for the fall. Tumbling to the ground, I got up quickly and disappeared into the woods. ~Plot~ Wolf Shapeshifters are outlaws in these parts, who shortly after Dimitri's ordeal above, formed a gang of most wanted shapeshifters with deadly personalities developed after being arrested for murder. They are often reported in sightings, and are greatly feared. Although, they are not the only shapeshifters around. They constantly look for new shapeshifters to recruit to their "team" and are still being tracked by detectives in Virginia, so they are always on the move. These specific shapeshifters can shift as they wish and the only recruits are ones that can fully and effectively control their wolf selves, though their power is uncharted and considered lethal. ~Rules~
- All RP and Res rules apply
- No romance between your own characters
- Violence at pg-16, romance PG-G
- Only one loner, other must be part of this 'pack'
- Listen to the alpha wolf (which for the moment is Dimitri, might it change later)
-Wolf sizes range from 6-7feet at the shoulder and 12-15feet in length from head to tail
- Cussing is allowed, I don't really care
- Listen to me and my Co-owner
~Bio's~ Name: Age: Gender: Gang Rank: Looks: Wolf Looks: History: Weapon: Extra: ~Gang Ranks~ Leader: (None, ask to be it) Second: Weapons Specialist: As*as*ins: [Max: 2]
Gun Fighters: [Max: 3]
Sword/Knife Fighters: [Max: 2]
Scavengers: Lanen [Unlimited]
Scouts: [Unlimited] Healer: Loner: ~Rank Deion~ Second
The second is like the Beta of a wolf pack, the second in command, or in political terms the vice president. He/she carries out all of the leader's orders and makes sure that they get done. When the leader is absent, the second a.ssumes command and helps the gang through their daily routines until the leader returns. The second is also the second fighter when in wolf form, just behind the leader.
Weapon's Specialist
The weapon specialist is basically the best knife and gun fighter in the gang, besides the leader, who excels in almost all fighting skills. He/she is usually heavily equipped with chains of extra bullets, a belt alligned with knives, daggers and handguns, and usually has some type of machine gun strapped to them. He/she is a very strong, athletic type and just excels over the rank of a.ssa.ssin in fighting and a.ssa.ssinations, but is always the head of the fighting squad in combat.
Scavengers
The Scavenger position is basically like, the thieves that smuggle food for the gang when they make their weekly night-pa.ss by a town or city. Ami always dispatches the Scavengers to steal as much food as they can to better the success rate of the gang, as the shapeshifters are too large for an "unsuspecting" prey not to spot, and they always run away before one can catch the food, though there are times when one gets lucky on a hunt.
If you have any questions about the ranks, feel free to ask me to put a deion for a rank if it is not described here ((All credit of this remake goes to Stray who, unforntantly, can't keep up with it anymore. :3))
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8:44pm May 24 2010
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((May I join as Healer, again?))
Its been a while but im back~ If youre an old RP buddy hit me up Id love to reconnect.
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9:00pm May 24 2010
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((Sure Sure Serenity. :3 Oh, and I'm joining as the weapons' specialist again. xD)) |
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8:24am May 25 2010
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((Coming as Beta again?))
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9:10am May 25 2010
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((Yup Yup Feyth. :3))
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4:32pm May 25 2010
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( Join as, uh...a sword and knife fighter again? o3o )
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4:41pm May 25 2010 (last edited on 4:43pm May 25 2010)
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((Kay well I copied my Bio, here it is.)) Name: Karienne Jackson Age: Twenty Gender: Female Gang Rank: Healer Looks: Karienne is a rather pretty girl. She stands at about 5'6 and her flawless skin is a milky chocolate brown. Her curly black hair reaches her shoulders frames her round face. Her eyes are a deep forest green and are framed by dark lashes. She nose fits nicely on her face and she has a straight white smile that is ever present. Her lips aren't exactly full and large but slightly less than that and soft. Her body is thin but surprisingly curvy, a family trait. Now, being the type of person she is you would never suspect it but she has a tatoo of a dragon on her entire back, she normally hides it, rarely wearing bikinis or open back dresses that would show it, she honestly has no idea how she got it. Wolf Looks: As a wolf Kari is slightly smaller than the others, but then again much bigger than Lanen. Her body is light, built for speed and her fur is a milky chocolate brown colour, so she blends in easily with the earth. As a wolf, her eyes remain the same deep green History: Unlike some of the others, when Kari went berserk for the first time, she remembered every detail. It was after school and Kari was hanging out in her usual spot in the woods. She was relaxing when, the mean girl from school showed up. She had been tormenting Kari for year, and she finally lost it. How'd she longed to rip at that girls throat. And it happened, she was horifed at first, but then quickly covered for herself. She remembered how her mother often told her not to go into the wood for she thought they would be attack by the wolves which were seen in the area recently. So she scracthed her arn against a branch and added a few more bruises and called 911. They showed up and Kari told them they were attack by a wolf. Lucky for her the cops didn't suspect otherwise, but Kari ran away. And later she met up with the gang and became the healer. Weapon: Kari, beleive it or not, is a sniper. When she was young her father was a soldier and taught her how to snipe when they went hunting. So Kari normally has a rifle with her some where. She also carries around a small knife incase she has face to face combat. Extra: Kari is a totally up beat and friendly girl. Allways cheerful but never too in your face. She just one of those really likeable people. Once, she makes up her mind its her way or the highway. She normally jokes around and seems carefree but she can be serious at times, especially when it comes to the werewolf. She also finds it hard to forgive people if they wrong her. She's pretty much a social butterfly.(Yeah, I suck at personalities, do I need to type more?)
Its been a while but im back~ If youre an old RP buddy hit me up Id love to reconnect.
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6:46pm May 25 2010
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((Yep Kira. :3))
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8:00pm May 25 2010
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( Yey. ^^ ) Name: Severin Lovett Age: Twenty-one Gender: Male Gang Rank: Sword/Knife fighter. Looks: Jet black hair that comes down to the nape of his neck. It fans out on his cheeks, and it's often covering his eyes. Severin is rather tall, coming up to the height of 6'2", but he's not tall and lanky with almost no build. He's pretty muscular. One of his eyes are green, the other is blue, Both have a brown patch in them, and his green eye has golden flecks in it while his blue eye has silver flecks in it. He considers his eyes his best feature. Wolf Looks: :U Normal ebony black wolf. He keeps his eyes. -indecisive- History: Severin killed his younger brother when he was eighteen. The police didn't want to let him go, but because it looked like Severin hadn't committed murder, and because he was conked out when the police found his brother's body, they had to let him go. Instead of staying with his family, Severin decided to drop off the face of the Earth. He disappeared with his tail in between his legs, never bothering to look back. Weapon: A knife, obviously. He carries around a sword, too. He knows how to use guns, because his father used to take him out hunting, but he doesn't like them. He thinks they're...not good. Extra: I'm still thinking. ono I may or may not add this certain characteristic.
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8:13pm May 25 2010
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((Heeee. I founded it. ^^ I'll repost my bio when I can))
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9:11pm May 25 2010
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((Me too Todeo. xD Me too.))
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9:16pm May 25 2010
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( Todeo. o.o Is it your siggy that's stretching the page? )
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12:47am May 26 2010
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Name: Kylie Turner Age: 20 Gender: Female Gang Rank: Weapon's specialist Looks: She looks like the picture at the bottom, but she wears shorts 90% of the time, and she has all her weapons on... o-o She also has a tattoo of a running wolf on her neck. Wolf Looks: Kylie's about 6 and a half feet tall and 14 feet long in her wolf form. Her fur is dark, dark black (really, really dark. xD), and she has a strange white circle around her left eye. Her eyes are a light blue and are her most dominant feature. She has a spiral scar around her right arm, a cut she gave herself just for fun. Oh, and she also has a anklet that has small wolves over it. History: Kylie's parents are both dead, leaving Kylie in an orphanage for about 7 years. Her mother died in a car accident and her father had a stroke. Kylie was never adopted by anyone, really making her all the more angry than she already was. In an angry rage, at the age of 17, Kylie accidently went into her wolf form. Not knowing what was going on, Kylie found herself running away before she could hurt anyone, or get arrested for anything. On the run, Kylie found herself slowly getting in control of her wolf form. She also found herself breaking the law a lot more. That was, until she found Dimitri. Kylie soon saw how good she was at weapons' control and became the weapon's specialist, which she loves being. Weapon: Kylie has a .44 pistol attatched to her waste and she keeps two swords crossed on her back. On her ankle, she has a sharp dagger, she usually uses this one the most. Extra: Uhh.... Nothing more I can think of...
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1:43am May 26 2010
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((It might be....Dang it.)) Name: Lanen Kyler Age: 19 Gender: Female Gang Rank: Scavenger Looks: Standing at 4’11’’, Lanen is one inch too tall to be in the “Little People of America” group. She is of slender build, yet very muscular and strong…in a non freakish way. Her hair is long, nearly to the back of her knees, and blonde with natural brown streaks. She calls them inverted sun-streaks. It is usually kept in a braid or bind of some sort, fly away bangs, framing her face. Her eyes are a blue-green color with a light gray streak around the pupils. This turns a dull yellow when she is angered-which is rare-like the color of the clouds before a tornado. Wolf Looks: Short for what she is. She is 4 feet at the shoulder with a proportionate length and lithe, quick. These attributes are what made her go for the scavenger position. Her underbelly is gray-brown and her main body is light brown with dark brown ‘drips’ from in between her brown tipped ears to her tail-tip. Fur, about an inch longer than the rest, follows her ‘drip’ markings from between her ears to the dock of her tail (Base of her spine). Eyes are amber, flecked with blue and green. History: She was born and raised in a large and loving family, where she lived until about a year ago, when she started feeling like she was changing in some way. Convinced that something bad would happen unless she did, Lanen packed up a change of socks, a pack of pencils and paper, a few bucks from under the mattress, and left. Weapon: Double-blades or hand-to-hand. Though, when the need or mood fits her, she could probably make due with a spoon. Extra: Extremely protective, but she loves to have fun. Teases and has sarcastic moments, but keeps it clean and harmless. Has comp*censored*ion for nearly everything except pigs. They can die. Loves trees and nature, but understands what needs to be done. Almost completely fearless, does dangerous things just for a rush. Theme song: American Honey, Lady A
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5:52am May 26 2010
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~Bio's~ Name: Io (eye-oh) Venirs Age: nineteen Gender: female Gang Rank: Second? Looks:
  History:
Io was born and raised in the cold of Russia. When she was seventeen, her wolf side ravaged her body and it took her too long to learn how to control it. She ended up killing everyone in her orphanage. Yes, she was the oldest here, but who had a real family in Russia? She was always naive to the fact that some people could actually be happy in such a poor country. When the S.w.a.T. team came in to take her, she let them. As they came to America, she ran and ran until she found Dimitri and the others. She has been with them for two years, and she lives for them. Weapon:
She replaced her canines with solid gold, sharp fake teeth.
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8:45am May 26 2010
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Name: Dusk
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Gang Rank: Second
Looks: Long black hair and pale pink skin. She is usually seen wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, ripped from lots of fights and scuffles in the woods. Wolf Looks: Dark fur with white ear tips. Many scars stretch across her maw and her ears are heavily cut, even making one of them hang by a thread. Her tail is dark and again, the end is white. Her paws are bluish grey. History: "Mom?" a voice called into the darkness of the small apartment, "Mom?" The owner of the quiet voice stepped forward into a puddle that seemed strangley watery. She peered at the floor, it was hard to see in this darkness. "Are you there?" she stumbled over a hard surface adn fell face forward into the liquid. She licked her lips and then grimaced, the taste was metalic. "Mom." she eyes widened in horror. she looked at te surface she had tripped over. It was a body. The body of her mother was bent at odd angles, her head was throw backwards and her eyes were wide in terror. Her neck was bleeding heavily and her mouth was open and her tongue hanging out. she stared at her hand, they had become furry. "I did this... No!" she screamed and raced out of the apartment just as the SWAT team came in to see what all the ruckus was about...
Weapon: Her fists and a short dagger made of crystal that was in her mother's collection. It was her hobby to collect interesting, rare artifacts. Extra: She is the youngest member of the pack and one of the highest ranks.
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9:49pm May 26 2010
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( ono Oh, my.
For one thing, we have two people with second on their bio's, and I kind of feel like Feyth should have it, because she had it first. e.o'
And then, we also need the actual leader. )
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9:54pm May 26 2010
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((Gordo, Feyth already called Second, sorry. But, your charra can be the leader if you want. :3 We can help you through it xD))
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8:15pm May 27 2010
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((Bump~))
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8:42am May 28 2010
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Dusk looked around the dark room of the apartment, it brought back painful memories. Tears welled up inside her and threatened to pour from her eyes, but she blinked and they disspeared. Crying was a weakness, she knew that, they all knew that and now she was back here, the place where it had all started, the place where she had killed her own mother. She gazed at the floor and her eyes searched in the darkness, there it was, the pool of rusty blood that forever stained the apartment ground. She shuddered and went to do what she had come for. She pressed a code into the side of a dresser and a comparment came out. "There it is." she sighed softly and put the jeweled necklace around her pale neck, she knew it would break when she shifted, there fore she needed something to put it on. She grabbed a small pouch and makeshifted a string that was big enough so when she shifted, it would work around her neck. She sighed happily and stepped out of the room. As she fell, she shifted and landed on four sets of black paws. She raced into the forest...
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