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Warren Horrors

Gonna make a solo post hopefully before the end of today. (:

[High-Casual]Bitten: The Rivalry.

Having trouble thinking of a history, but other then that Keller is done.

[High-Casual]Bitten: The Rivalry.

Willow Rudi Keller

"Get busy living or get busy dying."

Nickname:
Keller or Will. Absolutely hates to be called Willow.

Age:
Gave up on counting when she turned 110. Appears to be in her early 20s.

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Pansexual

Species:
Werewolf

Role:
Beta

Appearance:
Keller is a rather grubby girl, with pale, normally bruised skin, long white-blonde hair, and expressive amber eyes. Stands at about 5'6 feet and is extremely thin and lanky, weighing only about 90 pounds at most. What she lacks in strength and muscle, she makes up with speed, thus leaving her to be very underweight and light. Her face is narrow, normally hidden behind tangled layers of blonde, and is fairly pretty despite her crazed grins and glaring, burning eyes. Normally wears darker-colored outfits and especially likes shirts and pants and dresses that are comfortable and easy to move in. Always wears the same pair of combat boots, which are large and clunky and very worn. Doesn't care much for her appearance, so her face is normally makeup-less and covered with dirt or oils or even blood depending on the time of day. Her arms and legs and torso are covered in many scars and bruises from falls and fights and hunting. As a wolf Keller is lean and quick. Her amber eyes are brighter than in her human form and her pelt is somewhat shaggy, but healthy.

Personality:
Keller is a rather... Wild soul. She is desperate for a fast-paced type of life and can normally be found running through the woods, giggling her strange giggle, or even exploring the city's rooftops if she's feeling extra adventurous. Cunning but aggressive, Keller rarely gets along with others outside of her pack, and only finds interests in those that can match her crazy attitude or her slyness. A consistent liar, Keller is rather good at feigning innocence and can twist the truth very gradually around her finger if she ever needs to. To her, life is a large game to play, and because of this mindset she is very rarely serious, which can be good or bad depending on the situation. Loyal to her friends and family, Keller will never leave anyone she knows in need, yet to strangers she is strangely abrasive and cruel.

Surprisingly somewhat of an intellect, she is someone who is good at thinking up plans during fast or stressful situations, and this leads to Keller being a know-it-all who enjoys flaunting her knowledge on seemingly meaningless things, like plants and tracks and human wars. Extremely stubborn and strong-willed, Keller will rarely back down from a challenge and will always fight for what she believes is right, despite her lack of strength. Very moody, there are times when she can be happy one second and depressed the next. As a wolf she is much more territorial and dislikes people getting too close, both mentally and psychically.

History:
Keller was born, one snowy night, into a family that only consisted of only a mother and father. Her father, who went by Jez, was the very rough and tough beta of the pack, while her mother, Marie, was as soft and kind as anyone scout could be. Both were of werewolf decent, and because of this their little Willow was born into the power as well. They lived a quiet life within a close knit pack, content and bountiful in both food and love, and the family couldn't be happier. As she grew, it became evident that Keller was very interested in being an Alpha wolf one day, despite her family's words of discouragement. She began to fight more, begged to join her father on hunting missions, and also became very interested in books and listening to her mother's knowledge on other creatures and plants. Dreams became ambitions, and on one sunny day she suddenly challenged the their pack's Alpha to a duel.

Needless to say, she became a laughing stock. 'How dumb could this female be?' They would ask, 'She's barely over the age of twenty and still believes she can take on OUR Alpha? Ha!' And she was teased, nicknamed "Weepy Willow", and eventually she grew tired of her own name and began calling herself Keller. Her parent's, despite being gossiped about, still tried their best to love and support her. It took a few weeks for everything to die down again, and Keller, now feeling defeated and weak, became much more aggressive and secretive then before. Life slowed to a snails pace, and soon she was lost in a rut.

One day, while Keller was lazing around in the trees, she met another girl named Sara. A lone wolf, pretty, and so different from the life Keller had been witnessing. They talked, discussed their lives, and eventually began to meet up every night to discuss their days and explore the forest together.

And it was a good change.

Slowly, they grew closer, going from acquaintances, to friends, to lovers. Their meet ups were kept a secret, as to save Will anymore unneeded teasings, and life once again became exciting. One day, while lazing around under the moon, Sara suggested that they go hop around the city rooftops. Keller, at first being kind of hesitant, finally caved and they spent the rest of their night spying on the creatures of the city, leaping from roof to roof with ease, laughing and crying with fright and excitemnt. Keller had more fun in that one night then she had any other time in her life. When the sun began to rise the two parted ways with a kiss and expected to see each other later on that day, but in the end it didn't turn out that way.

When Keller arrived at their meeting place once the moon was up again she was met with a ghastly sight. Sara, the once beautiful, crazy, blue-eyed and golden haired girl, was strung up on their meeting tree like a fish. Her face, once pale and dirty, was blue and bloated, with blood and saliva dripping from her mouth and nose. Her thick sweater, the only article of clothing hse owned, was ripped open, and words were carved deep into her flesh. They read: "A warning. Watch out for us." in deep reds and browns. Keller was horrified, sickened, and utterly furious. She ripped through the woods in a flurry of rage, screaming out in anger until someone from her pack found her and attempted to calm her down.

And Sara was gone.

So, Keller was once again devoured by her pack's life, and this time, she did not seek freedom from the rut and instead focused on aiming for the top once more. She trained, fought, taugh herself, and once both her parents were dead and gone she managed to claim her father's role as Beta of the pack.

Other:
Theme
- Avid smoker.

Hehe, I really enjoyed the Lego Movie, didn't you?

Vampires, Werewolves and Hunters! Oh my!

Interested!

Outcasts (drama/romance RP) OOC

Would the Outcasts know who Stan is? Cause if they don't I can edit my post.

But until then, have Alex chucking some platform shoes at an abusive man.

Outcasts (drama/romance RP) OOC

The car ride was, as usual noisy, but Alex was too immersed in the lights speeding by to mind much. Music and chit chat echoed throughout the vehicle, and at times she would turn and laugh or sing along to a familiar song , but always tried to keep her mind distant from the actual ride. Eventually, the car slowed, and the familiar appearance of the scrapyard surrounded the small group. Pounding electronic music already filled the air faintly and a loud cheer sounded from within the tall walls only caused more excitement to swell within Alex's mind. After removing her long jacket and scarf, she exited the car and stuck close to the group, constantly checking her tiny black dress and hair and face with worrisome hands.

They passed the bouncer easily, and after a minute of listening and dwelling on Corey's instructions to Riley she turned, flicked her hand to and fro as if to wave goodbye, and quickly vanished into the closest mass of people. Her mind whirled with excitement as her eyes traced the fighting circle, then the circle of druggies, and then finally the small building in the back with bright, colorful lights. The best to flirt with were, of course, the rich kids. They didn't know any better, were most likely drunk off their asses, and hey, if they weren't paying attention she could get quite a but of cash out of one of them. She walked through the crowd with her head high, eyes narrowed, stumbling slightly over small junk until she was fully surrounded by blonde hair, blue eyes, and hefty looking back pockets. A loud, electronic song boomed through the air, resonating from the plain building just a few skips away from where Alex resided. She glanced about, fluttering her eyelashes at a few, but ultimately didn't do much to attract anyone.

She felt out of it.

But obviously not too out of it, seeing as a sudden hand wrapped around her shoulder and a half-empty beer bottle was held up in front of her eyes. She glanced up to the man above, and took note of his light eyes and good-quality sweatshirt, then gently took the beer and gave a short sniff. Nothing out of the sort... But just in case... Alex held the beer bottle back up and the man gave a short laugh and took a sip, then returned it down to her. Finally feeling a bit satisfied, she took a long gulp and grinned,

"C'mere often?" she yelled against the loud music, and the man shrugged and leaned against her. Alex, again, took note of this, and realized instantly that he was drunk.

Perfect.

She turned them, making sure her back was to the wall and his was to the large crowd surrounding the fights and then proceeded to embrace the man, standing on her tip-toes so she could rest her head on his shoulders. The man seemed oblivious at first, then returned the hug, grinning greedily. Alex smiled back while her hands fiddled with his back pockets, feeling around for the lump of a wallet, but was quickly interrupted by a shot of laughter from one of the crowds around the ring. Curiosity peaked, she leaned closer to the man to over look his shoulder again, who was now nipping at her neck, hands moving up and down over her small body. Luckily, Alex was a pretty rigid girl, so ignoring his inexperienced hands was a simple task. She focused in on the strange commotion in front of her, and felt her eyes widened when she saw the familiar figure of Howard. He was face first in the dirt, slowly recovering, and all at once Alex pushed away from the man, expression one similar to a crazed mother.

"Hey-" he began to complain, reaching for her again, but she dodged nimbly and broke into a light jog, the sharp heels of her platformed pumps digging deeply into the dirt much to her distress. After a moment of being immersed and pushed around by the crowd, she had lost sight of the other teen, but instead caught sight of a somewhat familiar man. Alex couldn't remember his name or why exactly she knew him, but his eyes were narrowed dangerously. She had a vague feeling of him being a bad person. Alex continued looking at the man, and soon noticed that he was focused on something, too focused.

'What?'

Despite feeling hands on her shoulders, she attempted to follow his gaze, and froze when she saw Howard again. Was he...? Again, on an impulse, she pulled free from the crowd, nearly stumbled over the chalk circle, and quickly removed her shoes. They were heavy, sharp, and not at all suitable for junk yard partying.

'I don't need 'em anymore, but you might enjoy these!'

Alex hefted one up, aimed, then tossed it at Stan, feeling somewhat satisfied as it connected with the dirt at his feet, kicking up a considerable amount of dust. The next one was thrown higher, aiming for his groin, but before she could see if she had hit or missed something jammed into her gut and she faltered, tumbling back into the crowd. Alex recovered just before she slammed into someone else and began glancing around furiously.

'Don't worry, don't worry. Just go find Corey or Declan or someone and have them handle it.'

"Corey!" She called out suddenly, dragging herself out of the crowd, "Declan! Guys! I think Howard is in trouble!"

Ajisai X Rabendaa

[center]"Hey, take those piercings out and get studying, idiot!"
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Kiriyama Aoi
||Second Year||16||Prideful Student Council President and Honor Student|| [/center]

Ajisai X Rabendaa

Ajisai X Rabendaa
Hydrangea X Lavender
Pride X Aloofness

Am I a flower,
dissolving into your little life,
despite your constant whining?

Hey,
I don't really care but,
take it easy,
will you?

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Yakumo


Hanakotaba High School


More areas to come

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NPCs

Ryunosuke Gin


||Staff||25||Eccentric Homeroom and Maths Teacher||

Endo Tsukimi


||Second Year||17||Tough Garden Club Member and Aoi's Best Friend||

Katsu Ren, Hikaru, and Oreki (in that order)

||Second Years||17||Troublesome Triplets and Self-Proclaimed Enemies of The Student Council||

Outcasts (drama/romance RP) OOC

EST. High schooler who is about to finish up the year so things are hectic, might not be able to post till weekend. Sorry

Soul Munchers (A Soul Eater Knock-Off RP)

gonna have to drop. life is getting in the way and i need to focus on only a few games at a time. sorry chuckle ;w;