Plot: There is a group of teenage werewolves who attend (or are drop-outs of) highschool. Not much elaboration past that.

Rules:

-No pp or gm.

-That's it.

Bio:

Name-

Age-

Gender-

Position in Pack-

Looks-

Personality-

Crush-

History-

Other-

Name- Alpha Reeves

Age- 17

Gender- Male

Position in Pack- Alpha male (?)

Looks- He has long, curly, brown hair and liquidy brown eyes. He is medium height, but extremely muscular. He is a handsome tone of tan. He wears tank tops and bermuda shorts, and stuff like that. Any werewolf could recognize he is a werewolf, because of his prominent characteristics and his fragrant piney cologne.

Personality- He is kind, and romantic. He is extremely athletic, and likes to play around. He makes quick relationships, and has lots of friends. He is popular, and most girls think he is handsome, but he is oblivious of it.

Crush- Will post.

History- He was orphaned as a child, because his young parents gave him up for his intresets. He stayed on the streets for two years, and then was found by social services and moved between orphanages. While at an orphanage, he brefriended and fell in love with a girl name Claire, and got engaged to her. She fell ill to AIDS, and died, and he still visits her grave every week. His parents finally located and re-owned him, but then were killed by werewolf hunters, because they were werewolves too. He made it out alive, and now lives in a boy's home.

Other- Nope.

((By the way, May, try to make even gender ratios. I am going to make another guy, maybe a girl.

Also, there is this thing called imprinting, when a werewolf falls into love, out of control. It can be on anyone. Sometimes, they imprint on babies, even, even if they are already in love. I think we should use it for drama.))

Name- Asphalt

Age- 16

Gender- Male

Position in Pack- Rogue

Looks- He has straight, long black hair that sweeps over his left eye. Both of his eyes are blue, and he has an incredibly pale complexion. He is skinny and lanky, and very tall. He isnt very strong, but he is very fast. He has high cheekbones. He usually wears converse kicks, hoodies, and ripped skinny jeans. He alse has a removable pair of snake bite peircings under his mouth. He has a huge mysterious sacr that stretches from the middle of his back down to his left leg.

Personality- He is very funny and perverted. He also is flirty. He is considered very handsome. He has had numerous girlfriends. He knows how to have a laugh, and loves beer. He has done drugs, hotwired cars, and smoked underaged. He is lots of fun, and loves to party.

Crush- Will post.

History- He is an orphan, who used to be good friends with Asphalt. No one knows of any family, and he was in and out of boy's homes, and juvie. He now lives on the street. He thinks he came from an abusive family, becaus eof the mysterious scar, but doesn't know.

Other- Nope.

((Sounds a bit like Robbert, eh? Jk. ))

Other- Nope!~

((He's actually an old charry, from before I knew about that. Plus, he isn't tall, and he is tan and muscular.

Not Robbert, Alpha!

It's fine with me. Make another girl. Do you want me to make another girl, too?))

((Imprinting occurs when a shapeshifter finds their soul mate. The moment the shapeshifter sees the one they are destined to be with, they imprint. It is described as if you are being pulled toward that person, and that when you see them a glowing heat fills you; having every connection with everything else severed and instead being only connected to this earth for the other person. After that, nobody else matters because you are only there for your other half, your soul mate.

If an imprinted person is killed by someone, the wolf who imprinted on them can never forgive the killer. If the killer happens to be another wolf from the pack, the wolves would have no choice bur ro fight to the death.

It is unknown what would happen if a wolf was rejected by their imprinted one, though this is declared as almost impossible as the imprinter is the "perfect match" to the imprintee - they will be anything the imprintee ever wanted or needed, making rejection extremely unlikely. It maybe possible to be rejected but if it does happen, the imprinter will be caused unspeakable pain.

It is also unknown if the shapeshifter could go one day without seeing their imprintee. The separation involved may cause both of them pain.

There are stages to imprinting, especially if the person on whom the shape-shifter has imprinted is young.

First Stage

If the person is young, the shape-shifter will act as an older sibling.

Second Stage

As the person gets older, the shape-shifter will also come to be their friend.

Third Stage

When the person is old enough, the shape-shifter's feelings are suspected to grow into romantic love.

During all these times the werewolf will be very protective to the imprintee.

Unlike their imprinter, the imprintee has a choice of whether they'll choose their shape-shifter as their 'soulmate' or not. Though it's implied as highly unlikely. Because no matter the excuse, be it greivances, age differences, or species, no one would be able to resist the levels of commitment and adoration. Having been visited everyday, being stared at adoringly, protected by and having no secrets between their other half, and to have for them to wait patiently for the imprintee to grow older without the worries over their imprinter leaving them for or dating someone else; knowing that they'd be and do anything for them, giving them all their needs and wants. Not to mention the 'complete' feeling the imprintee feels with their shapeshifter. The imprinting shape-shifter will be their most perfect match for life.

Just like their imprinter, the imprintee may have a hard time keeping their eyes off their loved one for any length of time. The imprintee loves their shapeshifter very much, and is their shapeshifter's one and only. ))

((TOTALY romantic!~ <3 Yeah, it's an epic idea!~ BTW, Speed Racer=corny, but epic. XD You can start, I have to go... )) 

((Okies, Maylove.))

Alpha sat on his old, red bike, rotating the left peddle with his left foot, as he sat on the torn rubber seat. Some guys at the boys' home told him they'd see him later, others just wanted to pick fights, shouting blurred streams of curses at him. "Naughty words, Jared!' He yelled teasingly back at the room, as her balanced himself on the bike and sped off. The asphalt whistled under the slightly-flattened wheels, and wind creeped through his thick curls. He loved riding- it was when he could relax, and feel the wind. Almost as good as listening to his speeding footsteps as a werewolf, he thought smugly to himself. He didn't exactly like the job, though, besides the adrenaline rush it boosted. So many responsibilities, to be an Alpha. So many choices and problems.

Alpha finally reached the school parking lot. He glanced at the dusty old "Rockefeller High" Sign at the top of the roof, which was actually missing the first "E." He smiled bleakly, and locked his bike to the pole on the side of the school. He knew the principal, who adored Alpha, wouldn't mind.

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Asphalt strode from the black Mustang GT he had hotwired, and stroked his hand through his recently washed hair, spitting on the pavement. Today is gonna be a long day, he thought. He didn't like to kill people, so he was going to have to hunt deer. And it was Open Season. A hunter would love to shoot a gun up my ***. Ah well. I love a challenge.

Aria slung on her emerald green backpack with ease, though it must have weighed thirty pounds. But than again, she was a werewolf, she could have lifted things far heavier with little more effort. She walked down her driveway, thinking  the whole time about her friends, Alpha and Asphault. She preferred Alpha's company, but Asphault was always good for moral support. Unlike him, she preffered to stay on the right side of the law, thought she wouldn't tell the "adults" what he did. He was a fellow werewolf, and the pack stuck together. Besides, it was kinda funny when he came to school drunk. *CoughDidubasethisoffMichaelCough* She started down the street, sighting the school at the end of the road. She saw Alpha chain his bike to a random lightpost, and Asphauld drive up in a stolen car. *Can'thotwiremustangs* She approached Alpha, smiling. 

"You know you'e not upposed to do that", she laughed, grinning.

((No, I based it off this hot guy I saw on a google image. XD

Wait, I acn't hotwire a mustang?))

"I know... but it's not like I am on bad terms with the principal," he said, glancing at Asphalt's stolen car. "He's gonna get caught sometime," he shook his head. "Well, at least he knows how to run from cops." He laughed. "Well, on to gym for me. What's your first cl*censored*, Air?" He smiled briskly at Aria.

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Asphalt slowly sauntered up to the two. "I can hear the wedding bells already..." He mumbled quietly. "Well, I got math, but I'm gonna skip it for gym with you guys. There's so many people, they won't notice I'm there." He grinned sheepishly. "Guess what? I had the executive decision to get a tat of a paw print on my thigh. Its gonna be real s**y." He laughed. "Kidding..." He chimed.

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Alpha grimaced t Asphalt's first comment, but then blushed. He liked Aria, he guessed, in a way. She was pretty, and nice. He changed the subject. "God, Asphalt, a tatoo is just what you need," he said, gesturing to Asphalt's piercings, a smirk on his face.

((Nope, lol...))

"Yeah, I have PE too, but I think you already knew that." Aria laughed, "And you know I don't like it when people call me Air." She paused, listening to her friends argue back and forth. "Yeah, Asphailt, you really need something else to draw attention to yourself", She agreed sarcastically, "Anyway, let's get going, you know I don't like to be late... Although you two are constantly causing me to be tardy..." She laughed again, grinning at Alpha. He was really hot, but he was their leader and she was, well, just another pack member. There were several other females in their pack he could choose from, many of them being more attractive than her. 

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 Name- Rose Leirman (Pronounced leerman)

"Fine, Aria..." He sighed, as he was about to drudge along to first period. Then he noticed Rose, who was obviously drunk. "Oh gosh, Rose! Do you need to go home?" He questioned. "And no, I am not one for drinking." He sighed, eyeing Rose disapprovingly. He was very protective over pack members, especially females. Except for Asphalt, who wouldn't follow orders.

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Asphalt smirked in disbelief at Aria. "Tardies aren't bad. Try getting arrested. A lot more fun." He grimaced.

Then he saw Rose, and his face lit up. She was perfect for him. Hot, and not caring what happened. He forced back a huge grin when she put her head or his. He wanted to growl at Alpha. Beer and girls were his favorite things. "Rose, I wish I was as un-sober as you. I have a test today. Being drunk is just what I need... And actually, I heard Jake rented out the club this afternoon, the one by First Street, if you wanted to tag along..." He smiled, imagining the possibilities of the afternoon.

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Alpha shook his head at Asphalt. He would never learn, would he?

"Sure, dude...", She slurred, grinning up at him. If she'd been aware of what she was doing, she would have died of embarasment. Asphault was her crush, and she was all over him. "Tests are dumbb.... What use are they? Only onother piece of paper to prove yer dumbness...."

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"Rose, Alpha's right...", Aria said, ignoring Asphault, "You should go home... Or else, lord knows what might happen to you... I've never seen anyone but Asphault this drunk before... Anyhow, I have to go to soccer practice tonight. I might not like the humans, but you can't beat a game where you run after a ball."

"Yeah. Last time I got like, a 45 on my English test, 'cause I used ain't a whole crapload. What's the point of learning stuff, anyway? I mean, seriously..." Asphalt thought. Hehe... I just love her when she's drunk. "Hey, I'll walk you home, if you need, Rose. Great opputunity for me to miss a few cl*censored*es..."

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 Alpha didn't bother with Asphalt and Rose. She wasn't usually like this, unless she was drunk. It'd blow over. "Yeah, Rose, let Asphalt take you home. There's no point of him taking his tests... his averages are so low he doesn't have a chance of p*censored*ing this year." He sternly turned to Asphalt. "Home, and no stops. I don't want Rose anywhere but in her bed." He looked cheerfully over at Aria. "Hey, Aria, um, football season's over, so I got nothing to do tonight... I'll watch your game, if that's alright with you." Joy danced around in his eyes.

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Asphalt rolled his eyes at Alpha. "Of course, your highness." He bowed over, and giggled. She'll be in her bed all right... And then he shook the idea out of his head. I don't need a bunch of baby werewolf brats... and Alpha would behead me.
((XD I just love how different Alpha and Asphalt are.))

((Mmhmm... XDD ))

"Fine..." Rose said, still leaning against Asphault, "I guess I'm goin' home than...." shee took Asphaults arm in her own, swaying from side to side slightly. 

"Yeah, Asphault, she's in a bad enough state already, she dosn't need any more issues on top of that. And, sure you can come.~ And we can possibly go for Ice cream after if our team wins." 

"Cool." Alpha chirped. He looked down at his wristwatch, and gasped. "God. We are a half hour late for cl*censored*. What is our excuse?" He asked Aria. "We need something good. We have missed too many times already, and I can't risk another tardy..." He looked worried.

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"Kay, Rose. Wanna take the Mustang, or walk? Either is fine by me." He smiled, the sun glinting off his teeth. "And do you need something to eat or drink? I ran into a small fortune playing slots the other day. Fake I.D. I could p*censored* off as 25." He laughed. "The bouncers fell for it."

"Not again!", Aria cried out, grimacing, "We could always just skip the whole day... I have a few excuses for doing that.. We could always fake a doctor's note, although you know how much I hate doing that..." She groaned, shaking her head. "But if I did that, I'd miss the match... And I don't want to do that... Let's just say we slept in, okay?"

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"Lets take the mustang... I love horses!~", Rose said, "And yeah, I'm hungry.... Let's go get food... " She wobbled as she tried to support herself, but fell back against Asphault, nearly knocking both of them to the ground.

"I have a better one. We just had a joint dental appointment. Now we are back. Will that work?" Alpha mused, his eyes twinkling again. "Because I really can't take an unexcused absence. Seriously, I have missed too much with that last time we finished those vampires..." He reminisced, a naughty grin on his face.

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"Yeah, kay, doll. Here." He said, as he eased her gently into her car seat. "Where do you want to go? Hopefully the hangover won't scr.ew up your lunch... Do you have a weak stomach?" He questioned. He had hangovers before, and eating afterwards didn't settle right in his stomach. "Who cares that Alpha said for you to go home right away? Like I'd listen to him..." He smirked.