So we're doing the shapeshifter romance? Would you prefer a bio or a paragraph intro. for your characters? I can be either a female or male character, so you can choose which one you want first.

(( Sorry i didn't reply to this. I got off a little while after i told you to make the thread...Sorry lol

I don't mind which gender either, maybe since we are both cool with either genders, we should both have 2 charries. One girl and one guy for both of us.

And i know i already said this, but i am Semi literate only because i don't capitilize my i's...And because i start alot of my sentences with 'she/he' or the name of my charrie..But i am working on it lol...So yeah. I'm just letting you know now...So yeah lol

I'm used to a bio ))

((Thats fine, I poofed for a while as well. I like the idea of two characters, that way I can use both of my favorites. As for your literacy, all of that is completely fine with me, I don't mind at all. (: I'll post a bio below but I'm forced off the comuter again so I'll post mine the next time I can sneak on. Terribly sorry about my dissappearing often, as soon as vacation is over I won't do thatl.))

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Animal Shapeshift Into:
History:
Family:
Deion:
Other:

Name:Andrew
Age:17
Gender:Male
Personality:Hes very misterious, and doesn't talk much. He isn't shy, but chooses to be quiet. He doesn't have friends, and doesn't want any either. He's by himself alot, and that's the way he likes it. It annoys him very much when people try to talk to him. And it also irritates him, when he likes a girl, because he despises being nervous around her. He has a soft side, but noone sees it often. 

Animal Shapeshift Into: Isn't it possible to be able to change into anything? That's what i usually do...

History:  He moved out when he was 16, and now lives by himself in a small apartment. His parents don't take the time to call him, because they aren't very fond of him, so they make sure he has money to live by himself, so he doesn't go back to them. He says he doesn't care, but only he knows, somewhere inside him, it hurts.

Family:He has parents. And he's an only child. Is that all i need to put?

Deion:

 http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff234/LaoHyphy/AnimeGothGuy.jpg

Other:I don't think so 

((Finally! I found a way to slip onto the computer. Sure, they can be ny animal, I was not sure ho you would want to do that.)) 

Name: Faythe Sanders
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: Faythe is no where near a nice person, or lovable, or caring. She has a bad attitude, a quick tmeper, and it not afraid to hurt anyone to get what she wants. She is very aggressive, knowing how to fight and use a gun and knife, and wont hesitate to kick butt when annoyed. She does not open up to anyone unless she really thinks highly of them and tends to snap out comments that are meant to hurt just so people wont pry into her life. She is exteremly loyal though, if you can some how worm your way into her cold heart. The only person at the moment she trusts is Raze and Jace.
Animal Shapeshift Into: Any, but mainly she enjoys runnig around as a large black panther.
History: This is the reason behind her cold personality. She lived  normal happy life until she was eight, then her mother ran off with another man. She loved her mother and weas broken when she learned she had been abandoned. Then her father began to drink, alot. He was a angry drunk and often times hit the eight year old Faythe hard enough to leave bruises and blood behind. She grew up this way, having to miss school to hide her wounds and avoid everyone. Her father kept getting more and more violent, and the scars on her accumulated. Finally at the age of hirteen she ran away. For weks she was alone, hurt by those she did not know and laughed at by everyone else. Left in a ditch to die one night she was rescued by Raze, the local gang leader and one of the most feared men in town. He healed her and taught her to fight, to lead, and how to not let anyone else hurt her. She became hollow and a killing machine. She swiflty flew thorugh the ranks of the gang until only Raze was above her, and the town feared her as well. She still ived with Raze and does jobs for him, most of which are illegal. The only person she had ever done wrong in a sense that they could not come back form it was her father, who after two years pf training met one of her bullets. She killed him.
Family: Her mother out there somewhere.
Deion: She is a fairly short person, standing about 5'5 to 5'6 in height. Her skin is a dark tan and calussed around her hands and wrists. Faythe is more musular then most women, but still thin and lithe in structure with long, lean legs made for running. Her face is cold and sheltered, with high cheek bones and thin, firm lips that hardly ever twitches into a smile or grin. Her eyes are a cold jade green, people tend to look away from due to their sharpness. Faythe has shoulder length brown hair that naturally spikes away from her face and is a deep, dark chestnut brown. She tends to wear dark jeans that are form fitting and a spagetti strap shirt that's either black or dark blue. On her belt are hidden compartments where she keeps thin knives and has a few more in her shoes.
Other" Her partner in crime is Jace.

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Name: Jace Keir
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Jace is pretty much the complete and opposite of Faythe. He is exteremely easy going and laid back, refering to laze sround rather then get up and acually work most of the time. He loves to crack jokes and makes other smile, just because his partner is so cold and elusive and he can never make her smile. He is also a bit of her flirt, joking around and complementing all of the pretty girls he sees. This often times results in a smack from Faythe. But when it comes to commitment he's gone faster then they can say 'I love you.' He is loyal to the extreme, hainvg acually jumped in ront of a bullet for Faythe (which rsulted in a long lecture and a very very rare hug for her) and done many other stupid things for others. Butr he has a dark side he rarley shows.
Animal Shapeshift Into: Anything really, but he loves wolves.
History: There's not a lot to tell here really, he grew up a military brat because his father was in the navy and never had a strong relationship with anyone but his brother. Due to his lack of disipline and faith he always tended to butt heads with his father, which in turn caused a rift between him and his mother. He was heart broken when his brother, his only support, left for the navy himself. Wanting to rebel even more he joined the gang, and thanks to his fighting talent flew thorugh the ranks to stand beside the aggressive and looed upon Faythe as a partner. He was later cast out of his famnily, but he does not mind.
Family: Mother, father, and brother
Deion: Coming later.
Othe: Nope

(( GOSH...I have no idea how people can be so literate, with just bios; X__X Don't judge me with my bio compared to yours lol...

I think you should...When were winging it, i always ask too many questions, if i have to start...)) 

((I will not judge you at all (: I was like you at one point, semi-literate so I know how you feel. Don't feel bad if my posts are long, I have a habit of putting more in my posts then I probably need to.))

Slinking from the dark alleyway, green eyes cold and cunning, Faythe reached into her jeans pocket to touch the unfamilair leather of a stolen wallet. It had been a easy catch, the man laying the peice of bound leather on the table then walking a few feet to speak to someone else. It was almost  to easy for her trained senses. She mentally told her self that the she was going to get soft. Walking for the alley, hands protectivly in her pockets and head down, Faythe made her way into a larger alley way with large wooden walls, that if climbed lead to  nearby park, and threw the wallet to the ground. Closing her eyes, she smirked as the first ripples of a shift decended onto her. Hnads became paws and her face a muzzle with hunter pointed eyes. Yawning, baring four large canines that could easily kill a human,she streched until her tail tip quivered. Grabbing the wallet between her teeth she easily scaled the wooden walls, claws ripping gouges into them as she bounded over.

Taking only a few moments to reach the park, over looking a small forest where her and her parnter conducted most of their illegal buisness, the black panther Faythe slunk into the darkness of the tree's to shuift back into her human form. She felt odly weak with two feet and no claws or fangs,so she reaches into her holster to feel the reasuring cool metal of her mny knives. Huffing, she started out to a shade tree over looking the play ground and took a seat under it and threw the wallet up onto one of it's many branches. A and reaches out and grabbed it. "Not bad, but i'm getting slow if I hve to keep swiping from counter tops." She complained and settld down a little closer to the tree. Jace opened the wallet and grinned.

(( Long paragraphs rub off on me. So i'm starting to like RPing with literate people, even though i am only semi. Because it gives me practice. It used to intimidate me, but now i'm cool with it. :PPP

GAH! Give me a second to reply...People are being so loud, and i can't concentrate!!))  

(( Forgot to say, Paradise and Andrew are friends. ^^ But by Andrews personality, you can see, isn't very close with her.))

Paradise layed in her bed, sleeping. It wasn't easy to close her eyes, and her mind, but she finally drifted into a peaceful sleep. Her mind was on her mom. She hasn't been home for atleast 3 days now, leaving her 17 year old girl all to herself for that long. She has trained herself well, so she knew just what to do. But she still felt completly alone. The only positive thing about anything in her life at that moment, was that she didn't cry herself to sleep that night. Praying that her dad would come back, even though she knew it was impossible.

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Andrew layed on his sofa, clicking through channels on his T.V. He couldn't fall asleep. To much on his mind. After it being, atleast 3:00 AM, he finally couldn't help but close his eyes. But opened them again, after a couple minutes. Giving up on trying to fall asleep, he turned the T.V. off, and went to the kitchen trying to find something to do. Anytime he fell asleep, he would be afraid to have the dreams again. He sighed, not wanting to think about it, as he leaned his forearms against the counters. 

After evading the police, which might I add was not a easy feat considering the two of them were wanted on multiple counts of theft and one count of murder, Faythe and Jace finally split up so they were less noticeable. Faythe took off through a neighborhood that seemed pretty nice and looked for any sort of house with a light on. If there was a light then to police would be inclined to think she would not be anywhere near that area because of the brightness of it. They always seemed to forget she was smart in the way of evasiveness. Finally finding a decent spot under a bush not far form the light of a window, which was not easy to find considering it was 3:00 in the morning, she watched as the red and blue flashing light disappeared down the street. She had only a moment to worry about Jace before she crawled from the bush, scratching her face and arms on the sharp twigs poking from the ground, and stood up, dusting off her pants. Looking over into the shadows on the opposite side of the house she saw a slight movement from the window and jerked her head around to look into the house. She cursed, knowing she was in plain view of the other person who would probably end up calling the police once more. She looked top see the person inside and was surprised to find a guy about her own age. Great, just what I needed, more people knowing what I look like. 

((I'll post Jace's in a moment.)) 

Andrew rubbed his eyes, as he checked the time. He was finally starting to get tired, since it was 3:00 AM. He took a last sip of water, and saw movement infront of his window. He frowned. People should have warned him, before he bought the place that freaks would be standing by the window. He sighed, and put his cup down. Luckily, he was now half asleep. If he was more awake, whoever it was would be getting in bigger trouble.

He went to the door, and opened it. Walking down to where he saw the person. Observing her, from where he was, while looking at her confused. She was in a bush. It would be the bush that had sharp twigs. He sighed and walked over, holding out his hand. "Cmon..." He said quietly. He didn't need this. He should just be leaving her out here. But maybe she was homeless or something. He'd figure out the rest later.

Faythe stared at the outstretched hand for a moment, blinking in confusion of what he wanted. The it hit her, he was going to help her up like some sort of damsel in distress. She scowled coldly and stood up on her own, wiping a palm across a cut cheek and gave the guy a slight glare. "I'm fine." She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. About to retort that his help was not needed, she decided other wise. This was one way to keep away from the cops, besides shift into something small and hiding. She hated small things, such as mice and birds. Made her feel vulnerable. Mentally sighing, she forced a small grin in thanks. "Sorry about my rudeness." You startled me. "She itched to punch him then walk away berating herself for sounding like such a wuss, a cared little girl who needed some sort of help. If Jace was there'd, he'd be laughing his head off. Pretending to wipe her pants off again, she made sure the wallet was still there after Jace gave it back after taking his own cut, and that none of her many blades and two guns were visible. "I did not mean to wake you up if I did, or sneak around on your property. I was being followed and though this place would be good to hide." Yeah, from the law." She mentally added, smirking to herself. Outwardly she smiled again, feeling as if her face would break. 

Jace huffed as the sounds of tazers being brought out from their holsters broke through his mental rant. He itched to shift into some large animal and rip out some throats. Then the secret would be out and if the cops did not kill him Faythe would. She was the only person who could scare him, mainly because of her temper and unusual times to strike. Seeing a small tree cluster with some shadows under then a idea formed into his head. Leaping into them, the thief shifted into a small brown tabby cat with cold amber eyes, a unnatural grin on his muzzle. Padding between the cops confused feet and bolted faster then he could on two legs. It was not safe in the night now, particularly with police, dogs, and many other creatures out there. He'd find Faythe tomorrow. Seeing a crack in the bottom of a nearby house, he wormed his way in and found himself in a living room, the comfortable atmosphere making him want to stay the night. At least it was safe. Pricking his ears, he explored for a bit, making sure no other animals occupied the house. There were none except a girl sleeping. He grinned and made his way into the living room, forgetting he had a tail and brushed some books off of a flimsy shelf. Yowling in surprise, he bristled as the accursed things slammed into the ground. I have the worst luck. He thought bitterly, ready to run if need be. 

Andrew shrugged, not really caring. "Um okay. Well get off the property, and I won't do anything else.."  He actually was completly lost with what to do, he put the outstretched arm back to his waist. Realizing, she was quite independant, he didn't bother asking more questions, or to see if she wanted something to eat before leaving. He walked back up to his door, and looked back at her, suspicious, "Who's following you?" If it was someone dangerous, he'd probably offer her to stay. But knowing her response the first time, he didn't have a high excitment about it.

Paradise jumped by a sound not to far away. She rubbed her eyes a bit, and realized it was downstairs. She groaned and got up. Last time she heard a noise, she came downstairs to see her moms boyfriends stealing there T.V. Thank God, its now 'EX' boyfriend. She hesitated on going downstairs, then finally did. She rubbed her forearms a bit, because it was very cold. And looked around while turning on the light. She jumped when she saw a cat. Them smirked, walking over to it.

Faythe curled her lip back in the way her favorite form, a black panther, would do to show displeasure or anger. This guy reminded her of Raze, her boss and the only person who dared control her. Then again she owed Raze her life so she did not really mind. But the col,d off putting attitude of this guy screamed for a smack. She was about to let her plan of staying somewhere safe for the night to the wind and tell him to 'shove it' when he asked who was following her. She contemplated this for a moment and looked sky word. What could happen worse then it already way. He'd call the police and she'd bolt, or he'd try to restrain her and she shred him in cat form. Finally she shrugged non-nonchalantly. "Lets just say me and my father did not get along, something happened and the police want me behind bars or dead." She smirked cunningly and met his eyes, her own green ones cold and vicious. "It's was his fault, had been since the day my mother upped and left us." Again she shrugged as if it meant nothing, but the thought of the day her mother left with another man, and the first time her father became drunk and abusive rang in her mind. 

Jace blinked in confusion when the light turned on, momentarily becoming deteriorated. He yowled in displeasure and tried to bolt. It only resulted in him tripping on his own paws and landing face first on the floor. I curse this cat form. He thought furiously and turned to look at the girl, horrified to see her walking over. His tried to keep room bristling and to make himself look like a cute kitten. He doubted it would work. He really hoped she was against cuddling. 

((Jace was a fail post, but oh well.)) 

(( I do many fail posts -__-))

Andrew stared for a while, and then said, quite impressed. "Oh" But nothing more. Knowing that the police were after her, He didn't know if he should invite her in. After all, he just got this place. What if while they were asleep, she burned it down and killed him too? He shook the thought off, knowing he was exxagerating. "Listen..You need a place to stay? I got one. But i aint gunna force you." He shrugged, and started walking to his door. Hoping she'd walk away instead.

Paradise watched as he tried to run away, and she smirked. "I guess you wouldn't be as scared if i shifted into something like you, eh?" She shrugged. Not feeling like shifting at the moment. She walked over and picked the little kitten up, and sat him gently on the sofa. Petting him once or twice, before walking into the kitchen. Maybe she had something, that cats liked. Just incase he was hungry.

((I have not seen one yet.)) 

Faythe shrugged slightly, glad something worked out for her through out the sucky night. She followed, a bit reluctantly and made sure to look about herself before actually walking into the house. At first she was a bit taken back, having not exactly lived in a home such as thins since, well she'd rather not think about it. Everything seemed, homey? She quickly shook the mixed feeling of anger, frustration, and longing away. Those sorts of emotions made you weak, and would get you killed. Standing awkwardly at the door, something inside her yelled to run and get the heck out of there. But she stayed and watched what this guy, who she was starting to wonder if he was insane letting a person he knew was being chased by the police inside his home, and see what he would do. Finally she leaned against a nearby wall and sat down, leaning against the frame and closing her eyes slightly. "Thanks, for letting me crash here tonight. I'll be gone early tomorrow, promise." She mused, wondering if Jace was fairing any better. "The names Faythe by the way. If the police ask." She smirked slightly. "You are?"

Jace sat on the couch, jaw nearly hanging open and amber eyes wide with horror and surprise. She knew what he was! And she was one!? He nearly tumbled off the couch to get through the door he came through and find his friend, not wanting to be alone in discovering that they were not the only ones with the ability to shift. Rooting himself to the couch, he made sure his claws did not dig into the furniture and stared at nothing in particular. Wondering weather or not he should shift back to human form, he decided against it. It was less threatening to see a cat on the couch rather then a thuggish looking guy. He grumbled evilly and waited for her return, wondering how she knew he was a shifter.