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RedThorn Wolf Pack (Character Depository)

Edited my CS to state that Travis lives in one of the pack buildings, that was my bad xD

RedThorn Wolf Pack (Character Depository)

Name: Travis Clint

Nicknames: Trav or Red

Appearance:
Travis is a shorter man standing around 5'4", but what he lacks in height he makes up for in physical strength. He has worked his body into a temple, and treats it as such. He can usually be seen with a small amount of stubble on his face, and is nearly always wearing a suit of some kind.

Age: 26

Family: Father (Marcus Clint) Is deceased, but he has a mother (Jesse Clint, maiden name Taylor). Travis has a younger sister named Marie, whom he loves more than anything in the world. His family lives out of state, but he communicates with them regularly through letters and phone calls.

Relationship status: Single

Pack and Pack Rank are TBD

Wolf Appearance:

Wolf

Trav's wolf form appears as a large red wolf. However he is shorter than most of the other werewolves in terms of height, but he may be the most muscular looking of the group.

Personality: Travis is a very polite individual, who generally dislikes stepping on the toes of others. He is very hard to make truly angry, but if he is pushed to that point he becomes ferocious and very hard to calm down. Travis wears his heart on his sleeve, being very open with people, especially with the members of his pack.

Likes: Modern luxuries, a good book, the company of others

Dislikes: Cigarettes, Heights, Small Spaces

Skills
Through conditioning and training Travis has maintained a very healthy body. He is strong, and can go for a very long time before tiring, as an added bonus because of his healthy diet and exercise he rarely gets sick.
Travis has a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology with a minor in Criminal Justice. He has a pretty good idea on how the mind works and owns various textbooks on the subject.
Whenever Marcus Clint passed he left his family a large sum of money, Travis is able to live comfortably in a nicer loft apartment and can afford his love of nicer suits.
Travis is hard to anger, and can keep very cool under pressure.
Travis has his student ID from his college days, meaning he has access to online resources and campus access for the local university.

History
Travis Clint was born in to Marcus and Jessie Clint, and they couldn't have been happier. Marcus was the head of a small chain of banks in the next state over and from this they gained a small amount of wealth. Travis had a very simple life growing up, and his family was very close. When he was eight years old his mother had his younger sister Marie. Travis immediately grew very attached to Marie, a feeling he shares to this very day. Travis enrolled into college right after high school, and was doing very well in classes. However during Travis's junior year his world was crushed, his father had died in a car accident. After returning to college after burying his father Travis just missed that vital spark. He managed to graduate with his degrees, barely. Afterwards he moved from place to place, finding it hard to settle down. That is until he found the RedThorn pack. He lives in one of the nicer pack buildings and loves guests, but isn't afraid to go into the woods to see his packmates.

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

Hello! I am super interested! It sounds freaking awesome!

Wolf Pack Roleplay (Werewolf!) [Mid-High Casual]

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The Demon Within (modern day demons role play)

Name: Curtis Grey (Born Curtis Marcus)
Field Name: Garou
Age: 23 (Born August 29th, 1990)
Position (role on team): Heavy Hitter (on the front lines, especially when shifted)
Time served on team: 2 years
Appearance:

Human

Skinwaker

Role: Through training his body, and being conditioned during his time shifted, Curtis has become quite adept with fighting with his body. He can use weapons but prefers to use his bare hands. He will always be the first into a fight, and usually the last one to leave.
Race: Skinwalker
Special Abilities or Expertise: Curtis is physically intimidating, and has the strength to back it up. Through years of training and being conditioned in his wolfman form he has pushed his physique to the upmost of humanly possible. Curtis has the ability to control when he shifts into the form of a nine foot tall bipedal wolfman. While in this form he is granted vastly improved strength, and is a bit more agile.
Nationality: American, but of Scottish decent
Biography:

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Curtis was born a completely normal boy, happy and healthy. In his small town in Northern Tennessee everything seemed tranquil and perfect. That is until the stranger blew into town. Curtis was only seven years old, but it is scarred into his brain. The man rolled into town seemingly out of nowhere, he was strolled into the bar like one of the regulars and began to drink. Curtis' father was at that day (much like any other day) and soon the stranger struck up a conversation. The stranger began to tell Curtis' father about a way to get riches beyond his wildest dreams, and happiness that would transcend a lifetime. Curtis' father had just lost his job at the local coal mine, so he ate it all up. That night he stumbled home and erected a small shrine in the woods behind his house, somewhere in the town the stranger smiled to himself.

The stranger continued to spread his word to other members of the community and soon the entire town was enthralled by the stranger. Curtis had no idea what to think. Everyone was talking about this man, and how he promised the town the world. Curtis didn't understand, how could a single man promise so much? However one night everything became perfectly clear. Curtis was asleep in his bed, when his father roused him from his sleep. "Buddy, it’s time for a big surprise, you have to come to me." Curtis took his father's hand, and let his father lead him into the woods. The trip into the forest was difficult at best. Clouds concealed the moon and stars; however his father seemed to know exactly where to go. Soon Curtis heard what sounded like drums, and the forest smelled like someone had just extinguished a campfire. Curtis was led over a hill and before him what seemed like the entire town was gathered in the woods. In the clearing people were gathered around fires, chanting in some sort of gibberish that Curtis couldn't understand. Strange symbols were carved onto trees all over the clearing, and in the center of it all was the stranger standing on a crudely fashioned pedestal. However it wasn't the same man that Curtis had seen walking the streets of town, the man that Curtis' father had invited over for dinner numerous times. This man had horns protruding from his forehead, right above the eyebrows, and a smile that literally stretched from ear to ear. Curtis' father led him to the far side of the clearing, and Curtis could feel the stranger staring at him the entire way.

"You are going to be a hero buddy, you are going to save the town." said Curtis' father. He didn't understand what he meant, but that's when he saw it. At the very end of the clearing was an altar, covered in more of the strange glyphs. A thick red liquid ran down the front of the altar, and pooled onto the ground. Curtis had secretly watching his father's action movies for years. He knew blood when he saw it. That's when everything clicked into place. The stranger was no man. He was a monster, and he was going to be killed in the name of this thing. Curtis began to scream, and try to resist, but his father was far stronger than him. His father hoisted him up and strapped him to the alter by thick leather straps at reeked of blood (among other things). His father stepped back from the altar and dropped to his knees, and began to join the rest of the town in the bizarre chanting. The stranger walked up to Curtis and smiled, a forked tongue flicked out from between his teeth. He raised a hand and grabbed Curtis’ face. “A young one, perfect simply perfect” The stranger hissed. Curtis continued to scream, but it was cut short, the stranger had moved his hand to cover Curtis’ mouth. Curtis felt a sharp pain from his lower chest, looking down he was met with the sight of the stranger’s hand being shoved into his stomach. Curtis was in the worst pain of his entire life, this was surely the end, his life snuffed out before it even had the chance to truly begin. Suddenly a great furry hand hit the stranger in the side of the head and sent him sprawling across the ground. Standing was before Curtis was a large bipedal…well….wolfman. The creature lowered its gaze to Curtis’ stomach, smelling the wound there. In one smooth motion he cut Curtis down from the altar and held Curtis against his chest, much like how a father would carry a baby. He quickly darted deeper into the woods, moving through the underbrush with inhuman grace. “YOU CAN’T HIDE FOREVER BOY! I WILL FIND YOU!” Curtis heard the stranger shout before losing consciousness.

Curtis awoke in a sleeping bag in a tent. He sat up and looked around him; however it just seemed like a normal camping tent. Curtis timidly poked his head outside of the tent. An older man was stirring what appeared to be stew in a kettle suspended over a fire. "Glad to see you are awake, here eat this." The man said to him as he handed him a bowl of the stew. Hunger taking over rationality, Curtis took the bowl and began to eat the stew with gusto. "Take it easy kid, there is plenty more if you want it" the man chuckled; "now it seems that I have some explaining to do. My name is Alex Grey, and I have given you a gift." Curtis stopped eating and looked at the man. Longer brown hair framed his face and he kept his beard neat and trimmed. “The man...err….thing that hurt you. I have been trying to find him for a while now, almost had him too, but then I saw you. He got you pretty good, you would have died if I hadn’t come along. I managed to get you patched up, but it took a bit more than gauze and stiches.” Curtis lifted his shirt to look where that thing had reached inside him. Where just last night there was a large open wound there was little more than a scar. That’s when he noticed his forearm. It appeared like a large animal had bit him. “Your town isn’t the first, he has been doing this for a while,” Alex continued, “He finds towns that are town on their luck, promises them the world. Then he warps their minds and eventually they give their lives to him. Three years ago he came to a town my sister lived in. She gave her son to him.” Alex looks down at the ground, tears welling up in his eyes, “I loved my nephew so much. He was younger than you; hadn’t even started school yet. I have been tracking the bastard ever since. Last night I saw he was distracted by someone on the altar and I went in to end him. Then I saw you.” Alex raises his eyes to meet Curtis’ gaze, “I refused to let him rob another boy of his life, but your life will be far from that of a normal boy now. You are a Skinwalker, a blend of beast and man. I will teach you everything I know about it, if you let me.” Curtis thought back to his father. They man had never really been there to start with, preferring the company of a bottle than of his son. The cherry on top of the bad dad sundae would be attempting to sacrifice his son to a monster. Maybe Alex could be the father that Curtis always wanted, needed. For the first time in a long while, a smile spread across Curtis’ face. “When do we start?”

The next fourteen year of Curtis' life were fantastic. Alex proved to be more of a father then his real dad ever was, and in time he even took Alex's last name. Alex taught Curtis all about the Wolf, how to take the form of the beast, how to move through the forest as if you were part of it, how to hunt. Alex and Curtis were inseparable, that is until Alex got sick. Curtis was 21 when Alex finally passed; he died peacefully in his sleep. Curtis was hurt deeply by this, but was able to find a small bit of solace. When Alex was alive he spoke about knowing people in an organization known as the D.I.S. Alex had contacted them multiple times while on his search for the stranger. Curtis managed to arrange contact with the Nashville branch of the D.I.S. Curtis told them of his story from being injured by the stranger right up to Alex passing. After a few hours of deliberation they allowed him a chance on a small team that operated on a local level. For the next two years Curtis cleaned small supernatural threats in Nashville, usually convincing some idiot that summoning a demon would cause far more harm than good, though he did manage to rip a couple Vamps a new one. However recently the higher ups have decided to transfer him to L.A. Curtis has no idea what could have caused him to be transferred, but he knows it probably will not be good.

Personality: Curtis is very loud and outspoken individual, and isn't afraid of (and often enjoys) expressing his opinion. His years of training has left him at the peak of his physical condition, but deep down inside he is actually very sweet and gentle. Curtis is fiercely loyal to people he considers friends, and would give his life in an instant for people that he truly loves. Despite having The Wolf inside of him Curtis tends to fall into a Beta position in groups rather than an alpha one. He would prove himself a loyal follower than a innovative leader. However this doesn't mean he will blindly follow someone. They must prove to be a worthy individual in his eyes, and even then he isn't afraid to point out when his leader has a dumb idea.
Campus Cover: College Student
Trivia: Curtis is a very large and physically impressive man, standing at a little over six and a half feet tall. However all of those years of seclusion with Alex in the woods has left him awkward towards women, especially ones he finds attractive.

The Demon Within (modern day demons role play)

Those sound good to me! I would love to be a skinwalker but if I can't thats absolutely fine, its your call. I will get a CS up when I get to my laptop tonight. Thank you!

The Demon Within (modern day demons role play)

Super interested! I have read through this and have yet to see a werewolf character (if there was one I am sorry, I have been awake for a very long time XD). Would a werewolf be okay? Also would they be like werewolves that shift under a full moon and go crazy, or more like controlled shifters a la Werewolf: The Apocalypse?

The Innistrad Chronicles: The Gathering

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Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

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Tollank

Name: Tollank Pomaranc
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Weapon: "Stillam" is a three pointed Demon Wind Shuriken. Collapses into a gauntlet that covers my entire right arm, with the three blades jutting out of the right side of the forearm. I am usually seen with this form of my weapon. By thrusting my arm forword the gauntlet collapses into a large handgun.
Semblance: "Quo" is the ability to control time in a short area around me. This can basically result in short range teleportation and easily dodging attacks from foes. However this is very taxing, and I am eager to learn better control over Quo.
Bio: Born and raised in Vale, Beacon was always looming over me. I lived with my mother and father in an apartment. My father was a Hunter, so a combination of that and Beacon being right there lead to my desire to hunt as well. I began to train at a young age, mainly by my father. By the time I was enrolled in an actual school I had already developed many of the required skills. My life was simple and happy until the day my father disappeared. He left one morning on a hunt and never returned. Mom said he must have gotten lost, but I am starting to think he just left us. Eventually I applied to Beacon. Upon my acceptance I have been nothing but eager. I will be a Huntsman. I will find my father.
Personality: Tollank is very charismatic and friendly to most people. This hospitality can be misleading, because it is often used to mask his true feelings of people. However once he befriends someone he is fiercely loyal, and willing to do anything for them.
Appearance: Tollank is slightly taller than average, at a little over six feet. Lean and wirery, he carries himself with grace. Brown hair sits messily on is head and his brown eyes are always taking in the surroundings. He wears lose jeans with running shoes, and an orange t-shirt with a shuriken on the front.
Sample Post
Tollank brushed the crumbs and other refuse off the table and into a trash bin before taking his seat. The metal gauntlet that covers the entirety of his right arm makes a soft clang as he lays his arm upon the table. He was not particularly hungry, but he needed something to prepare him for the long day ahead. A server walked up to the table, and asked if Tollank needed anying.
"Coffee with four sugars and a couple Cookies. If you dont mind."
The server wrote his order down and walked to another part of the cafe. Tollank closed his eyes, taking a moment to enjoy the atmosphere of the cafe. Soon the server returned, but the smell of coffee preceded him. Tollank smiled at the man and drank heavily from the steaming mug. It was gonna be a good day.

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