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Name: Cole Turner

Age: 21

Species:Werewolf

Sexuality:Straight

Relationship Status: Single

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Height: 5’9

Build: Surprisingly muscular, but not bulky

Eyes:Green

Hair: Light Brown

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Left hand is heavily scared. Skin is flawless otherwise.

Cole appears young than he actually is. When you first look at him, he appears as if he is an awkward teenager that is 17 at the most, but in reality he is actually in his early 20s. He is more built than most think, but this is partially due to the fact he is a supernatural creature. He often hides his muscular body with baggy, unflattering clothes for reasons that are unknown to anyone except for him. His brown hair is somewhat longer and often sweeps across his face, though, he usually wears a backwards baseball cap to prevent this from happening. He is pretty tan from spending much of his time outside, though, has a small tan line from wearing sun glasses a lot. He wears a green class ring on his right forefinger that belongs to his older brother and was given to him before coming to the school.

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For a werewolf, Cole is extremely easy going and can be quite the joy to be around. He has a funny sense of humor and loves to make people laugh. Even though he is older, he can be quite awkward around girls and sometimes does always says what he wants to when he is around them. For some reason he just can’t seem to make his mouth work in those situations. Sometimes, though they are few, he is able to get something out that is remotely funny and makes him look good. He sometimes doubts his ability and strength, which is why he often hides the fact that he isn’t a bad looking guy. He was known as the runt of the litter by his father and has always been made to stay in that mindset. He loves his older brother, Leo, and looks up to him. His brother tries to encourage him to believe in himself, but that encouragement is usually torn down by his father. Cole is very loyal and will do anything for someone he calls a friend. He loves swimming and running, and is usually doing one of those things in the early morning. He isn’t one to easily anger, surprisingly enough, but once he is at that point it takes a lot to calm him down. This is due to the fact he bottles up some of his emotions and in these times they will explode, allowing him to let out every ounce of rage he has. These moments are far and few in between.

Habits:

• Swims or runs every morning
• Bites his nails when nervous
• Balls his fists when angry

Strengths:

• Stronger than he thinks
• Calm Nature
• Quick learner

Weakness:

• His awkwardness
• Bottles up emotions
• Lets his father bring him down

Likes:

• Swimming
• Running
• Making others laugh

Dislikes:

• The full moon
• Mice
• Bullies

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Cole grew up in Portland in a pack that was certainly built around the strongest being on top and the weakest being the bottom of the food chain. His father, Matthew, was alpha of his pack and his brother, Leo, was right below him, always waiting to take his place when the time came. Leo was slightly different from their father by being more encouraging and not always wanting to put the weak in their place. Leo had and still does have so much faith in Cole to be better than he makes himself out to be, but their father always makes it known that he is the weak link of the family, especially since it has taken so long for the werewolf gene in him to kick in. It was only 6 months ago that he actually started being able to turn. Since then Matthew has had Cole pitted against other young wolves in the pack just to show how inferior he truly is. That is the reason his hand is so heavily scared. He was made to fight the son of a friend of his dad’s and needless to say the other guy won the fight. The other wolf hand basically crushed Cole’s paw almost to the point it had been torn off. It took a full day for the wound to heal and since then Cole has refused to fight another wolf in the pack.

A few weeks ago the registration for Castle Bloodmoon came and was presented to his father, who laughed at the sight of it. Matthew was never one to like vampires and had always supported the war with them. He’d refused to send any of the new wolves of the pack and had thrown the letter and registration forms away. However, Cole was fascinated by the fact there was a school to help him grow into a better wolf. One that would make his brother proud of him, he didn’t care much what his father though since he would always appear weak to him, but he at least wanted to try to be the wolf Leo said he could. He fished the letter and registration forms from the garbage and snuck off one night with the help of his brother. Leo stayed with him that night until they had reach Castle Bloodmoon. He promised Cole he would handle whatever their father had to say, and told him all he needed to worry about at this point was himself. That is also when he gave him his class ring to remember him by since they didn’t exactly know when they would see each other again. The last thing he said to his brother was that he would make him proud and couldn’t wait to show him what he would become.

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Advice To The World:Making people laugh can brighten anyone’s day
Anything Else:

Name: Serena Khilani
Age: 17
Species: Werewolf
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single


Height: 5'2
Build: Slightly toned
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Tongue piercing; various scars from her childhood years.

Aside from her "exotic" looks, Serena has the typical teenager appearance. She's not all that tall, thanks to family genetics, but she makes up for it through her personality. She's more often than not smiling when she's in a good mood, earning her the nickname Smiley. Serena has a tongue piercing, one she acquired behind her parents back after a little convincing from her ex-boyfriend, Greg. Fashion wise, she doesn't follow any one specific trend. She prefers to have a wide variety of items in her wardrobe and she'll wear whatever she feels is best for the occasion.




Personality: At times quiet, at times chatty. Serena's personality is primarily guided by her mood. When she's happy, she could conquer the world, yet when she's not feeling too great, she can't hide it. Her facial expressions give her away very easily, and it is one of the few things Serena dislikes about herself.

Despite her slightly intense emotions, Serena is a loyal friend. Many have found comfort in simply opening up to her about their problems, and they always seem to leave satisfied. Serena doesn't mind helping others. In fact, she feels good when she's able to make the slightest positive change in the world. Some would think she's a social butterfly given the fact that she likes offering advice, but Serena enjoys spending time alone just as much as the next person. If she gets her hands on a good book, she could be immersed in the story for hours...

Habits:

• Cleaning up after herself right away instead of procrastinating
• Biting the inside of her cheek whenever she's nervous or in an awkward situation
• Writing down stuff often so she doesn't forget

Strengths:

• Coming up with a solution to a problem
• Bit of a bookworm
• Enjoys running and light strength training

Weakness:

• Doesn't take heavy criticism too well
• Slightly paranoid at times
• Bit reckless when angered

Likes:

• Animals
• Dessert
• Sleeping

Dislikes:

• Being around smokers
• Religion
• Humid weather

Serena was born and raised in Toronto to a Syrian mother from Damascus and a half Indian father. She's an only child, but she never had a problem making friends and being in the company of others who were her age. From a young age, Serena did well in school. She had a healthy education and social life balance that was kept in check by both of her parents, not that she needed the additional help, but it certainly was welcomed. When she was 14, she started running track. She figured it would help her stay in shape as she got and older as well as avoid any medical issues that stemmed from a lack of exercise. Additionally, Serena followed somewhat of a strict diet, watching her calories and avoiding fast food, but always giving in to temptation when any sweets were put in front of her.

When she was fifteen about to turn sixteen, Serena met her then boyfriend, Greg. They were introduced by a mutual friend and immediately hit it off. Her parents approved, at first, but when they noticed he was starting to become a bad influence on her, they told her to break up with Greg. Serena immediately rebelled, leaving the house for the evening to be with him. That's when she was easily convinced to get her tongue piercing, the procedure done by none other than Greg's older brother. Although a bit painful and uncomfortable few minutes, Serena was thrilled with the overall experience after the fact. She then at the last minute decided to stay with Greg all weekend, much to the disappointment of her parents. Unfortunately for Serena, her weekend was cut short when she got into an argument with Greg. She stormed out of his place and didn't bother contacting him for a week. But the next time she saw him, she had a feeling something wasn't right.

It was Saturday night nearly a week later when Greg picked her up at her house. Some forced pleasantries were exchanged at the door and Serena waved goodbye to her parents, sort of as a reassurance that everything would be alright. But as the evening hours passed, Serena would find out just how wrong she was. They were heading to a secluded industrial area in town that although was great for drag racing, it wasn't all that romantic for a young couple. When they finally parked in an empty lot, Greg very calmly explained to Serena what he was about to do. She immediately tried to run, but didn't get all that far, not even with all the adrenaline coursing through her veins. The sudden, sharp pain is just about the only thing she remembers from that moment on, her mind drawing a blank whenever she tries to come up with an explanation as to how she arrived at the hospital bloodied and surrounded by a number of doctors and staff.

A while later after her full recovery, Serena's mom delivered a letter up to her room that was addressed to her, one that would certainly be welcomed given what she'd been through.


Advice To The World: Learn to love yourself first before you learn to love others.
Anything Else: N/A

Name:Drake
Age:21 -turned at 18
Species:werewolf
Sexuality:straight
Relationship Status:single



Height:6'11"
Build: strong and burly
Eyes: green
Hair: Black
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: few scars here and there from sports

A large youth who boasts both height and stature, Drake has plenty of muscle with some fat that seems to smooth out his physique. His build is focused more on strength and endurance over speed and athleticism. He has a tan, slight freckling and a short trimmed beard that outlines his jawline. He has a strong jaw, high cheekbones, heavy brow, and his eyes are a tad narrower than most, which gives the impression of having an angry disposition. Keeps his hair cut high and tight.

clothes: some heavy, olive, ripstop cargo pants, a white tank top, and a black flannel shirt with thin white lines on it. He kept his shirt buttoned, but untucked and his sleeves rolled up just below the elbow. He had a thick leather wristband on his right wrist, a steel necklace that had a shield shaped pendent with a cross carved into it (which he got from his parents years ago) and wallet chain going from his back left pocket to front left beltloop. And finally to wrap it all up, a good pair of comfortable black work boots.





Personality: While he seems stand-offish, he is really just not talkative to people he doesn't know well, it takes him a good bit to get used to someone. Not really seen as the brightest person, though contrary to that belief, he is fairly intelligent, just not the fastest thinker. He often tries to keep his academic achievements aside from his team mates so as not to be deemed 'the nerd'. To the few people he does open up to as actual good friends, he is a loyal and very protective, willing to get into a fight at the drop of a hat if need be.

Habits:

• sleeping
• working out
• Eats a lot

Strengths:

• Strength
• Endurance
• loyal

Weakness:

• slow
• a bit clumsy due to his size, making it worse in wolf form
• acts instinctively instead of planning things out
• irritable
• slower to heal
• low control in his wolf form

Likes:

• physical activity
• Food, which is sad because now his diet is super limited
• epic music for working out to (Two Steps from Hell anyone?)

Dislikes:

• full moons
• loud obnoxious people
• haughty people
• transforming

Grew up in what he thought of as a mostly normal home, as his family is human. Being the size he is, going into sports like wrestling and football only seemed to be natural. Drake enjoyed playing the sports and worked out a lot to improve his body. Now, not only tall but muscular and weighted to boot, he was one heck of a contender on the field and in the ring. Most of his peers however, were the typical popular crowd, and while Drake was considered to be in it, he couldn't stand how some of them acted towards others, especially some of those that seemed to put academics over everything. Its not that Drake enjoyed academics by any means, but it came easy to him after a few times of hearing the material. Drake didn't want to be thrown in with what was considered the 'nerd crowd' so he mostly kept his grades to himself, even occasionally lying to make his grades sound lower.

One day, in a wrestling match, the opponent he was facing seemed to be stronger than what he appeared. Some coached chalked it up to better training while others think steroid use was involved. What nobody knew, was that he was a fledgling werewolf that was just starting to show signs of his power. Unknowing of this, Drake still went into the match with high hopes of becoming the victor. In the middle of the match however, while Drake had the other boy pinned down, something didn't seem right. the boy started to growl and actually bit at Drake, drawing blood. Everyone was surprised, but not nearly as much as the boy, who apologized profusely as he ran out of the gym, not stopping for anybody. Shrugging it off as just an odd person that just got caught using a dirty trick to win, Drake went about his business. It wasn't until the next full moon that things got ugly. On the way home from fishing with two friends, Drake said that he was starting to feel sick. They pulled over to give him some air and that is when Drake blacked out in a surge of pain from his first transformation.

When Drake came to, there were three other men watching over him, all three werewolves. When they heard a werewolf cry out in rage, they ran to investigate and were able to stop Drake and keep him down until he calmed down. They all looked rather rough from the ordeal as well. Drake didn't know what was going on and didn't believe them and got up to try to escape when one of the men transformed right in front of him and stopped him. The man understood it was hard to believe and turned Drake's attention to the news, where it was covering the vicious murder and critical condition of two high schoolers, Drake's friends, and the disappearance of Drake himself. Over time the other two men had to leave, and the one man left, who lived by himself, convinced Drake that the only way to keep going from here would be to send him to a school to earn to control himself, asap. He would inform his parents later when the time was right. Reluctantly, Drake agreed. He has been at the school since and doesn't wish to return until he is absolutely sure he can control himself completely.



Advice To The World: Don't be a werewolf, the food choice sucks.
Anything Else: I want a damn hamburger, and not just the meat, I mean the WHOLE ACTUAL BURGER.

Height: 5'3
Build: slim
Eyes: grey
Hair:long curly red
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: has a tattoo of a paw print on her wrist

Reena is a small woman, being in a wheel chair most of her life had caused her grown to be stunted. While she has a very sweet face with soft features, covered in freckles, most would see her as a welcome sight. Her arms have a fair bit of muscle due to work and trying to get around through everyday life. While her hair is what people say are her most striking appearance, thick red hair that curls down her back, only to frame a pair of warm grey eyes. Many would often tease her about being so short though, it was obvious that if she could stand, she'd still have to look up to see most people’s eyes.




Personality: Reena is a sweet thing, growing up in a family that had a wild life sanctuary has caused her to accept the comfort and companionship of animals over humans. She's often been told that she needs to grow a back bone though, shying away and going without just to avoid confrontation. A soft spoken voice and often times being taken advantage of due to her throat locking up whenever she tries to defend herself. Even so, she is still very warm to those around her, offering advice when she can, and not being turned away from a outburst. Her family often worries that her nature would get her into trouble one day, far too trusting, and a little too easy going. She still looks at everything with a more optimist view, thinking that if she is patient enough, anyone could warm up. The only saving grace of her nature is that she has many friends and very few enemies.

Habits:

Clicking her tongue
• fidgeting with whatever is in her hands
• tapping her fingers into notes
• pressing her fingers into someone's side to get them to move

Strengths:

• Extremely patient
• Great memory
• Creative

Weakness:

• Disabled most of her life (not very athletic)
• Trouble standing up for herself
• Skittish

Likes:

• Music
• Animals
• Black Coffee

Dislikes:

• Yelling
• Being pushed in her chair

Hot days


Reena grew up in a very loving family. The Durian's owning almost 60 acers of land, they turned it into a whildlife scantuary and reabilitation centre, stationed in the high pass. It was a child's dream, every day she would get to see birds of prey, wolves, big cats, even lions tigers and bears that were taken from illegal trading. It was hard work, her mother would show her how to feed them and there was a million ways to punish a unruly child in such a place. Her parents dotted on her as she was a only child, thinking she would take over the trade due to her absolute passion for animals. She took to horse back riding when she was only four years old, and she would often be seen talking to whatever new beast had been taken in.

When she was five years old however, a storm had swept through Washington. Being so high up, the winds seemed to want to sweep her off the ground as the staff was scrambling to get everything secure and move the animals into the barn. Her father has herded her inside their home, giving her the demand to stay with her dog. The house creaked and thunder boomed, drowning out the yelling when Reena remembered that her horse Roxi had not been fed and that she needed to take care of her. With the naive child determination and her rotwhiler's whimpering, Reena pulled on her pink raincoat and marched out into the pestering rain. No one saw her enter the barn to see her beloved mare, as she was dragging over a flake of hay like it was just another day. The wind had taken it's tool on the barn however, pushing and pulling the old beams until the support buckled and the roof caved in on top of them. Roxi had to be put down, and Reena woke up days later, unable to fee her legs.

Life was very hard for the girl after that. Her cheery loud and demanding personality shifted into a reserved and quiet child. Her head down as she would push through the day, her only comfort was the animals that would lick and nuzzle her, it was always enough to bring a smile to her face. But after the death of her horse, she stopped competing, barely able to ride now without being tied down. Still, her parents were determined to give her a better life and got her into music. Anything to give her confidence, and bit by bit, she broke out of her shell, only to fall back into it when faced with a stranger. She still worked the sanctuary as hard as she could, even taking in a large wolf that was caught roaming the area. Most thinking it should be put down due to how wild the beast was, yet she found a fondness for it, always careful enough to not get bitten.

It was in the middle of the night when she wheeled out to go feed that very wolf that things changed. Meat in hand, she was putting it in the slider when she heard the most vicious sounds of crunching bones and tearing hides. Her eyes wide, she tried her best to get away only to be cornered by a team of werewolf hunters. It only took one to be hungry for her to be found by an old man in the middle of nowhere. Her chair a twisted mess back home while Reena herself was alone, scared and confused.

The man wasn't the one who changed her. A doctor who smelled blood and realized that she was unfairly turned only for her sire to run and leave her her crazed wilds. One of the old mares back home drained of blood, while she hid in a hallowed tree in tears, trying to figure out why she was there or how she got there. It took a long time to coax her out, even longer for him to convince her that she could actually stand on her own. Disbelief and awe was what she was met with, for the first time in a decade, she could stand. He took her in right than and there, promising that if she learned how to control herself, she could one day return to her family. Sending someone to gather her things, Reena found herself being shipped off to the night school, and being thrown in a world she never knew existed.


Advice To The World:If someone takes something from you, make something better.
Anything Else: She plays the cello, and has a fear of storms

Name:Daniel Morningstar
Age: 17
Species:Werewolf
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single



Height: 5'11"
Build: Solid/Athletic
Eyes: Green
Hair: Dark Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Bite mark on left forearm, large burn on his back (scar), Large scar on chest

Daniel stands at 5'11", sporting a muscular, yet athletic build; (like that of a gymnast) with a light tan skin tone. The bags under his piercing green eyes are a reflection of how little he sleeps, he has a strong jaw, broad shoulders, and short, neatly groomed dark brown hair. Daniel has multiple very noticeable scars, a bite on his left forearm, a large burn on his back, and a long gash, leading from his left hip, to his right shoulder. He also wears a golden rosary that he never takes off.





Personality: On the surface, Daniel is cold, calculated, distrustful, and downright filled with rage. However, if one does manage to earn Daniel's trust, he is a faithful and loyal friend. In the event that someone betrays this trust, that will likely be their last mistake. Due to his past, Daniel has a deep-seeded hatred for vampires, and is very touchy about the subject of family. Besides that, Daniel has a massive soft spot for children, as they remind him of the siblings he has lost. Though he may not seem like the type, Daniel also enjoys games, but tends to become overly-competitive.

Habits:

• Tends to stare rather intensely
• Chews Nails
• Taps fingers when bored

Strengths:

• Very Athletic
• Incredibly Smart
• Insanely Strong Willed

Weakness:

• Very hotheaded around vampires
• Holds grudges
• Overly Competitive

Likes:

• MMA
• Children
• Games

Dislikes:

• Vampires
• Coffee
• Waking up early

Daniel began his life in a middle class family, living in rural Northeast America. For him, life was good, he was top of his class, did well in sports, and had three younger siblings that he loved with all his heart. Daniel was a friendly child, the kind that would help anyone, however, with all his good will, came naivety. One day, Daniel (12 at the time) was walking home from school when he came across a man that looked horribly burned, without a second thought, Daniel dragged the dying man into his house to help him. This was when everything went wrong, after bringing the man inside, Daniel noticed his burns were already healing, and in his foolishness, decided that it would be unnecessary to call 911, or his parents, he was simply helping a person in need, surely Mom and Dad wouldn't mind, besides, the man was already looking better! When the rest of his family arrived at the house, everything turned into a blur, the man got up, and began feasting on Daniels family. One by one he drained them to husks, but before he could get to Daniel, something caught fire, and everything went black. That night, all of Daniel's family died in a freak house fire, him being the only survivor, but Daniel knew the truth, a monster had taken his family from him. The next five years of his life would be spent brooding over this loss. He trained both mind and body so he could hunt his foe, and one week before enrolling at this 'school', he thought he was ready. Daniel could not have been more wrong. The vampire he had ambushed made short work of him, leaving him to bleed out from his wounds. This was nearly the end for Daniel, but that's when Daniel met HIM, the man who offered him a second chance, the power to hunt these monsters, and best of all; vengeance. This man was known a Cyrus White, a werewolf that had been hunting vampires for centuries. Like Daniel, he had watched vampires devour his family as a child, and has been exterminating them ever since. After turning Daniel, Cyrus vowed that the two of them would destroy the vampire race together, and exact their revenge.



Advice To The World: Being quick to trust makes you easily betrayed.
Anything Else: