Right. 
Here's the skeleton.

Name;
Age;
Gender;
Species;
Personality;
History;
Looks;
Other;

Add/take off whatever you want.
I'll be posting my bio for my wolfy boy in a minute. 

Name; Bethany Smith - (Beth)
Age; 17
Gender; Female
Species; Human :D
Personality; Is it okay if I 'rp it out'? I know some people actually want a deion but it's easier for me to just show it throughout the roleplay.
History; There isn't anything special. :D
Looks;

Other; Australian accent. Because I love accents... :D

(c)Jemo-Jen on DeviantArt

Name; Oliver Gray {Hates being called Ollie and Levi}

Age; Turned at 18
Gender; Male
Species; Werewolf
Personality; Oliver is intelligent and slimy, using his charm and good looks to trick people into doing what he wishes. Nothing is below him, as he believes humans to be beneath his species. Loves practical jokes, and seems to have a certain fixation with greek mythology.
History; Oliver grew up with abusive parents and a younger sister, Elizabeth. She was killed at the age of seven during one of his father's drunken rampages. After being turned, when jumped in an allyway one night, Oliver has killed many, bloodthirsty for revenge... and love? Time will tell.
Looks; Top.
Other; He had a British accent when he was younger, but has grown out of it. When he's angry is slips out.

OOC:

Haha. My guy has a British accent too! :D
And, I know you said picture coming, but what does 'top' mean? AHAHA

OOC:
...Oh... Wow now I feel stupid. haha.
If you have more then 2 charactars, how many do you have in all? :O
Soooooo, how should we start? School? Summer? Someplace else? I'm fine with whatever. :DD
OH, and do you have a link to your pictures? Because my computer doesn't have pictures show up sometimes, and it's not working right now D:

{ I've got... a lot. Humans, werewolves, vampires, cats, wolves, dragons, nekos... /tries to count/ }

{ Mid-winter. A recent outbreak of murders has shut down the city; schools are closed, many businesses are closed, and even public places like libraries have locked up until it's passed. A curfew has been set, but that hasn't stopped anything... people's fear and curiousity is mounting. The large city has turned into a graveyard; hardly anyone is seen outside. Some have even evacuated.

Or:

Beginning of summer. Everyone is excited to be out of school, especially the High schoolers. It's extremely hot, and the city is bustling with activity. Everything seems perfect; or does it? A few shady people have moved into the area... and trouble's being stirred up. With the police turning a blind eye, the citizens have started to investigate themselves. }

{ That's like... all I have. :c } 
{ I like the first one, but meh. }

OOC:

OHHHH I like the first one too!
& I was just wondering how many you had, because I only have 2 so I was just..curious HAHA.

OOC:
I say...You should start. :/ HAHA

Oliver tossed his cigarette to the side, leaning on the shovel he'd just been using. Shirt sticking to his chiseled body he let his eyes scan the underbush before speaking to his partner. "You know, Riven, I really am getting sick of covering your a-" Cutting himself off, he turned his head to the side, revealing the absence of Riven. He cursed, fluently, craving another cigarette almost instantly. 

Grabbing his friend's shovel, and his own, Oliver shoved them into the back of his beat-up pick up truck and climbed into the driver's seat. Muttering to himself, he revved the engine and took off, not slowing down until he drove into the vast city he'd just moved into. There were no lights on, no people outside, no children playing. It was deathly quiet, despite it being noon. 

Pulling up to the sidewalk near the park, he parked his car and left it there, knowing full well that nobody would even see him. Oliver shoved his dirty hands in his pockets and began to walk slowly, letting his mind wander about. Not really thinking, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, not aware that he wasn't alone in the park.

{ That was... failtastic. o3o } 

OOC:
I know you don't like vampires in twilight, so are you using the type of vampire that die in the sun? Because it said 'knowing that nobody would see him'. Did you mean that he was 'invisible' or...? Sorry. I'm not criticizing. I just didn't want to keep going without asking, then my charactar start talking to your charactar, then you be like 'uhm, you can't even see him, what the heck?' lol... ///:

{A: He's not a vampire. He's a werewolf. LOL. 

B: He shifts when he's pissed off or on the full moon. He can't control it. Cigarettes/cigars/any other form of nicotine suppress this.

C: He means he knows nobody will see him because everyone's too scared to go outside. :u Because him and his buddy keep killing people and has the whole city shut down.}

OOC:

 OMG I am on another roleplaying site and I got confused with the werewolf/vampire since I'm doing a vampire roleplay with someone else. So sorry DDD: Wow, that's embarressing haha. Now that I know he's a werewolf, I understand B and C. WOW. haha... wow... -_- thats actually really embarressing. I'm laughing at myself right now. -_- HAHAHA

BIC:

With the lights out, and all curtains closed, Beth sat on her bed, staring out the window, feeling isolated. Out of all the places in the world, this town had to be the one with crazy killers, out to 'take over the town'? With a bored sigh, Beth stopped staring out the window, and walked to her desk. No matter how nerdy this sounded, she missed school. That was the time when she could talk to her friends, get out of the house, and watch this guy she liked, from a distance of course. Now, she didn't get to see him at all. Where's the fun in that?

For a split second, Beth had the urge to sneak out of her window and go outside. To get rid of her stress and boredom (Before murderers took over town...) she would take jogs. 2 to 3 mile jogs. Doing it for 3 years now every morning, her body was itching for the excersise. But, Beth wasn't stupid. It was either, go out there, and most likely get killed, or stay in this stuffy place while her parents were downstairs. The reason that's bad, is because though her parents loved eachother very much, they were so opposite, they argued about alot of things. So them being together for this long, isn't the best idea, which is why Beth locked herself in her room.

Going back to her bed, she stared out her window again. These are going to be some long days, until they can go back outside again. Or... What if everyone never goes outside again, for fear of being killed? The thought made Beth all the more desire to go outside. Maybe, somehow, she could get her parents, and they can sneak out? Now, that's a dumb idea. Beth sighed, once more, and layed on her bed. Thought it was noon, her eyes couldn't help but close. Soon, she was off in her dream land, where she could jog as much as she wanted.

A familiar click rang in his ears; someone loading a gun. Oliver was off, bolting across the open field of the park without looking back. One shot fired, and then another, a horrible burning sensation working its' way through his leg. He'd been shot, and judging by the feeling, it was from a silver bullet. Grinding his teeth together, he dropped his cigarette and jumped over the fence surrounding the park, not bothering to get into his car. It wasn't fast enough.

He kept running, loud footsteps following him. They fired again, this time the bullet whizzing past his head. Oliver knew he couldn't run anywhere else, so he dove over a short picket fence and into someone's yard. His persuiter didn't follow.

Unwilling to stray back onto the street, he put himself to work scaling a tree so he could climb into the person's window. They wouldn't mind if he hid in their basement for a while, would they? He'd just tell them the murderer had chased him there. Which was a complete lie.

Leaping, Oliver landed with a thud against the side of the house, gripping onto the window ledge for dear life. Carefully, he pulled himself up, sliding his elbows over the ledge to get a better grip. Rapping on the window, he hoped that somebody would hear him. As far as he could see, there was nobody in the room he was gazing into... except a human girl fast asleep in her bed. He knocked harder on the window. 

OOC:

 I gotta go for a little while D:. I'll use this post for my reply next time. Bye DD: ):

EDIT:
I'm back for a little while longerr :DDD!

BIC:

After just falling into a deep sleep, a loud banging rang in her ears. Beth rolled over, facing the window,
"Could you guys shut up for once?" She grumbled to herself, thinking it was her parents waking her up with their neverending list of arguements. The banging got louder, so she angrily opened her eyes, about to get up and ask her parents 'nicely' to SHUT UP but her eyes stayed at the window, watching the guy on the other side. It scared her at first. How many people usually open their eyes from sleep to see some random guy on the other side of the window? It was kind of scary, if you think about it.She understood that he wanted to come inside, but she refused to let him in, since in this time in the city, you could trust no one. Instead, she frowned, and moved slowly closer to the window. She kept her eyes locked on his, as her fingers moved around the edge of the window, making sure it was locked. When she was sure that it was, she got off the bed, still staring at him, confused. Her heart was pounding, and she knew it was because she was frightened, though she wouldn't show it. That would be giving satisfaction to the killer, if he WAS the murderer.

(( Sorry. That's a short fail D: ))

Oliver couldn't believe the human's stupidity. "I've been shot!" he complained at her through the glass, unsure if she was able to hear him or not. At the moment it seemed like she was confused, maybe even frightened. Again, he knocked on the window, staring into her eyes as if he could convince her to open the window by just willing it to happen. He could feel himself slipping, his strength waining as more blood drained from his wounds.

"Open the window!" he barked, curling his lip in annoyance at her. "I swear to the Gods, if you don't open this and I fall..." Oliver left off at that, trying to get his running shoes to grip the wall of her house. It wasn't working, succeeding only in making him loose his grip even more. Still struggling, he let out a pitiful yelp, clinging onto the windowsill as he stared at her with large, falsely pleading blue eyes.

{ Brain fart. } 

Fall. Just fall you murderers. We hate you and want you dead.
Beth thought, with a small smirk on her face, watching him fall, helplessly. Her mind set turned into thinking he was part of the murderer's, and when she realized that, she knew that it was possible that he really was a 'damsel in distress' at that moment. And, maybe he was innocent as she was. Yet... She wouldn't be innocent if she let him fall. Even if he was a murderer, she would be a murderer too if she let him die. And he was shot too, already dieing from losing blood, or atleast about to pass out. But passing out would lead to letting go of the building, which would make him die too, since he'd fall. So if she hated these murderer's so much, yet was about to let someone die, not knowing if he is innocent or not, would it be defending herself and her family or...Murder too? And if it was murder too, then she really hated herself, if she passionately hated the murderer's the way she knew she did.

After argueing with herself with those thoughts in mind, she chose to risk herself. She took a deep breath, and went up to the window sill as he was losing his grip. He looked like he was serious. Really pleading her to save him. Maybe he really was innocent? Unlikely. Only the murderers walk around outside. But, before she could argue with herself again about the right thing to do, her hands were unlocking the window, pulling the window up, and grabbing the mystery boy inside. Having him fall to her bed, she didn't say anything to him. She quickly let go of him, and got off the bed. Staying silent, and frowning at him. Finally, after a long stare down, she realized he was still bleeding. Without telling him where she was going, she walked out of the room, and quickly got a towel out of the hallway bathroom. She realized while she got the towel, that her hands were shaking. Blood usually didn't make her sick, and it wasn't now. Maybe she was just so upset that he woke her up, and that out of all the places, he had to end up here at her house. Maybe she was just plain frightened that this could be all fake, and he was going to put a gun to her head the second she walked back to her room. That thought made her stomach turn, and she had to balence herself before walking back to her room.

"Your shot." She said, suspiciously as she threw the towel too him. It wasn't a question, or statement to him at all really. She was talking to herself, while she stared at his wound. He didn't need a greeting or any small talk. He's the one pounding in on people's windows while their trying to get sleep. Beth was the type you wouldn't want to wake up. Now she was groggy, and irritable.

Maybe I should have let him fall.

OOC:

Sorry if the first paragraph is kind of confusing. If you read it carefully you'll know the gist. I was trying to have her argue with herself over helping him. Haha. When I re read it, I even got confused. What ever. haha.

BUMP