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Umbra Rose Condos

Okay! So naked fox lady is definitely someone on a list somewhere. I just know it.

Umbra Rose Condos

I wonder if the pool counts as running water...

@Lemons

It doesn't run farrrr, only like a few feet. From the pump to the pool. So like, maybe not?

Oh god, we broke three pages. Sorry, Dragonydas!

It Came From the Sky

My god man! Did Eldwic just kill a man?! Time to go! Definitely time to go!

Umbra Rose Condos

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I am required to remind the residents of the pool rules:
No running
No diving
Outside guests must be registered at the front desk
Pool hours are 10am to 12pm but quiet hours begin at 9pm.
No hunting of merfolk, fish spirits, or other aqueous guests

@LupusIntus

And no making fun of dog paddling! Some of us land dwelling creatures are not gifted with elegant swimming capabilities!

Umbra Rose Condos

@BunniesOfDoom Man, Velvet is going to have a minor vendetta against Iris. Not because of any werewolf-vampire pop culture thing, she thinks that's dumb.

No, it's because she's tall and Ms. Born-In-The-Great-Famine is jealous.

@Lemons

I love every single thing about that.

Umbra Rose Condos

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We were just waiting for YOUR wolf!

@LupusIntus

I think My girl and your boy are going to get along swimmingly.

Umbra Rose Condos

Poor Dragonydas is going to get back to a whole mess of stuff to read xD

Umbra Rose Condos

No wolves yet? No. Good!

Iris Madril

Name: Iris Madril

human form

Image/Appearance:
At 25, Iris isn't a small woman. If one imagined what an Amazonian warrior would look like, Iris is the living definition. She is over six foot with broad shoulders and wide hips. She is muscular and she has long, dark, wavy hair she keeps pulled tight in a ponytail. Her skin is a dark caramel and her eyes honey brown. Her typical style of clothes consists of loose jeans, since her proper length only came in plus sizes, that she kept secured by a few belts around her waist and tank tops that were barely long enough to cover her navel. She has a few tattoos, the most prominent being the thick bars of black that encircled her upper arms. Her ears are adorned with multiple piercings and a hoop in her right nostril. When home, she is barefoot but when out and about, she favors heavy hiking boots.

Her wolf form can vary from an anthropomorphic bipedal form that can still speak, which she favors, or a feral large quadrupedal wolf that only knows blood and rage. Her pelt is black like midnight, her crystal blue eyes bright and clashing against her dark fur. Her nostril piercing is usually lost mid transformation but her earrings remain, though she usually takes them out before the full moon.

Race: werewolf

Racial Traits: Can change her form at will, though is forced to change in fits of extreme anxiety or anger or during the full moon. During blood moons, she has to be locked away for the safety of all because her wolf form is uncontrollable during those times because of her lack of a pack.

She's naturally strong and has a very fast healing factor. She's also ravenous. To the point that if she doesn't eat every day, her body will begin to eat her muscle mass and she'll deteriorate. She has such a strong metabolism that she pretty much can't get drunk and if she does, it's only for a short while. She has the typical aversion to silver and wolf's bane can make her sick if ingested or injected.

Requirements: Wolves need pack. It's in their very essence. They are hardwired to seek out a pack and belong and it is those bonds that help a wolf keep control during times like a blood moon or extreme circumstances.

Personality: Iris is pretty laid back. There isn't much that will bother her. She's slow to anger but quick to a smile. She's willing to offer her home to any and all that may need help. She may be a little too quick to make friends, her desperate need for a pack driving her to form connections where there may not be any to form. She'll move quick to make someone comfortable but won't hesitate to say something if someone tries to push too hard. She's generous but not a push over. She has her hard limits and won't hesitate to physically throw someone out of her home if she has to. She's a gentle teddy bear until you've crossed the line, then you'll get the fangs, sometimes literally if necessary.

However, don't bring up being a werewolf. She doesn't like that side of her. She barely accepts that, that is part of her and wants more than anything to change it. If someone even mentions the word wolf around her, her demeanor darkens and she usually is quick to excuse herself. As far as she is aware, the wolf who changed her left her for dead and didn't come back for her when the change didn't kill her. She had to discover how to control her wolf, with as little control as she had managed, by herself and with some help along the way and she is still a lone wolf in this apartment complex. At this point, though it's literally ingrained in her very bones, she isn't sure she would want to be part of a pack. Though it would make controlling her wolf far easier, she isn't sure she could stand to be near another wolf for too long before falling into a rage. It makes full moons a touchy subject and an even more touchy situation when the time arises.

Background: Iris was just a pup at the ripe age of 13 when she found herself staring down the threshold of the Umbra Rose Complex. Newly changed, confused, and alone, she wasn't sure what she was doing or what it meant to be a werewolf when the owner of the complex found her shivering against the wall of the entrance, curled up against herself in the cold of mid winter. He took her in, gave her an apartment and space to learn of herself. There she remained, barely leaving her apartment except to get food from time to time until he had had enough and went to have a talk with her.

The residents weren't sure what happened in that time but he didn't leave her apartment for three days and when he finally left, his clothes were in tatters but she was by his side, peering out at all the people from behind his leg. From that time on, she was more social, branching out on her own and meeting people. She grew up in the halls of the complex, helping out in the grounds and becoming part of the apartment family. She has yet to meet another werewolf in the complex but she has somehow made the staff and residents a makeshift pack. Though it's not a true pack. She still has to lock herself away during blood moons or step away from situations that are growing for too heated. To this day, she won't tell anyone what happened in those three days in her apartment with the owner of the complex and no one has the gall to ask the owner, so it remains a mystery.

Building, Floor, and room: Building 2, Floor 1, Room 105

Room description: If there was ever an apartment that spoke of relaxation and lounging, Iris's apartment would be it. A wide, sectional couch with an extended lounger at the end for extra room to really spread out encased a whole side of the room and sat just in front of a large screen TV that hung just above a fireplace that looks as if someone took a handful of a mountainside and slapped it into the apartment. True limestone polished to a shining gleam took up the whole while and extended out and under a large coffee table large enough to be used as a small dinner table.

Off to the side was a granite lined bar with six cushioned stools positioned along its edge. The granite extended into wide counter space with large cabinets underneath for plenty of storage. A wide island with another two bar stools and a cook top took up the majority of the kitchen with a large fridge and deep sink taking up the back wall, counters filling in the rest of the space left.

A guest bath with a large walk in shower was off to the side, the guest bedroom located just next to it. Her master suite was just down the hall. If one were to walk further down the hall and pull the rug to the side, they would find a latch and trapdoor. Just below is a steel room with chains secured tightly to the wall. At the ends of the chains were a collar and wrist shackles. This was the room she rode put the blood moons in and the steel walls and floors showed it. They were marred by claw marks.

Project: Revival

Lucian gave a pathetic chuckle from the ground, leaving his arms and wings splayed out. They were talking about paying rent and keeping the apartment open for them. That was great and all but honestly, how were they going to get money? They couldn't stay in one place for too long. Hell, he was just having a conflict with trying to figure out how to keep the dogs so that Aneria could have her little pack around for longer than a small time. "We can't be paying these people. If we do get any cash, it'll have to go to food." He slowly sat up, his eyes lingering on the girl who flashed him a dazzling smile, which caused him to grimace slightly before he turned his eyes to the older gentleman. "Unless you're willing to give us this apartment for pennies on the dollar, we can't pay. Give us the day and probably night and we'll get out of your hair but we definitely can't do anything other than that." The gentleman stared down at Lucian, more out of thought before he grumbled and began to slowly pace in front of the door. It was obvious their situation troubled him quite a bit and he wanted to help in some way but couldn't just give them the apartment for free because of pack politics. Lucian looked over at Aneria from the corner of his eye, giving a light shrug before the man finally came to a stop and faced them. His eyes locked on Aneria and his frown deepened as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"We can't do anything for angel boy over here," he said, Lucian throwing his hands up in the air at the name calling but the man continued as if Lucian wasn't there at all,"but you are wolf and quite a capable one." The woman caught on what the gentleman was getting at and balked at the idea.

"You have got to be kidding me?! Her?"

"Hush," The man growled and she snapped her teeth closed with an audible clack before she growled, locking her eyes on Aneria and baring her teeth at her.

The man stepped forward, thumping on his chest loudly twice. "As alpha of this pack and controller of this territory, I formally invite you to join our pack. The pack lives free in this apartment complex and they can have any guests or roommates they want." He stuck the bottom of his palm into his mouth and dug his fangs into his palm, dragging them down and cutting along his palm and causing two deep gashes. He extended that now bloody palm out for her, his eyes flashing as he watched her, expecting her to do the same if she accepted his invite. The shewolf said nothing but just glared at Aneria from behind her alpha.

Lucian sat silent on the floor, unsure of what to say. It was up to Aneria on whether or not she accepted the offer or not. It woukd be incredibly helpful to have a wolf pack behind them but it could also put that pack in danger if the people who were ever after them came to get them. A frown was planted firmly on his face as he fixated on the bloody extended hand. Taking that hand meant a lot of things for them, good and bad. But ultimately, it was Aneria who was joining, not him. In the end, he could cut and run but she would be forever linked if she chose to take the deal.

So many things went through his mind as he sat there, waiting for her response.

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"Please, please just let me go." An average looking man asked as he knelt on the cement, his eyes wide with panic and streaks of blood plastered along his cheeks. There were dark shadow tendrils that were coiled around his wrists and ankles, keeping him bound and held in place. A woman paced around him, a wispy black dress flowing around her like a brisk wind was blowing although the air was still. Her black hair ended in the same black tendrils that bound the man and it flowed much like her dress, smoking off and dissolving off into nothing. She circle around him and crouched in front of him, pitch black eyes peering into his steel grey ones.

"Why do you look so human?" She asked as she reached out to rest a hand gently on his cheek. "Gargoyles are supposed to be grisly creatures made of stone and yet you look human." A frown crossed her face before she whispered, "let's change that." Her fingers dug into his cheek, sinking into his skin as if it were quicksand. The man screamed put in agony as her hand dug deeper and deeper, her head tilting as if she were looking for something. Suddenly a grin crossed her face as she grabbed a hold of something under the skin. "There you are." She pulled and his gargoyle form was ripped to the surface. Within moments, a stone giant was kneeling before her, breathing heavy with large wings hanging limply behind him. She had a firm grip of his cheek and lip. She grinned wider and released him before giving him a firm pat on the cheek and standing up. She pulled a rag from her pocket and wiped her hand clean before she peered down at the large beast in front of her. "Just needed to make sure I had my mark. Now that I know I do, I can turn you in." She tapped the ground with her foot and the shadows under the gargoyle began to expand out from under him. He began to sink into the shadows, panic causing him to begin flailing as he sank.

"Oh no, no. We can have that." She grinned viciously as shadowly hands reached up and grasped a hold of the gargoyle and pulled him down faster. She walked up to the dark pit and watched him sink, smiling into his desperate gaze as he sank into the abyss. Once he vanished, she tool a moment to check her nails on the hand she had cleaned before she stepped into the shadows herself, disappearing into them herself.

The Breaking of the Seals

You're welcome to make another character. See if we can get this thing flowing again with more people.