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Alrighty I'll work on a post :3
Sweet, I'll read it then post myself. Have we decided what time it was ic?
Ava always loved parties. Well, she mostly loved attending parties with her masters, as hosting parties was exhausting work. She stood out like a sore thumb amongst the party goers, partly due to her age. That are her outfit was extremely simple, a white cotton dress, distinguishing her easily as a slave. Despite this, at first glance someone might have mistaken Ava for a guest, maybe the granddaughters to the elderly masters who stood near her. But with her posture straight, her arms pressed firmly to her sides, and her gaze cast downward it was pretty clear where she belonged. The dark branding burned into her wrists were a clear marking of who she was.
"Avaline." A wavering, elderly, voice called out. Ava immediately looked up, respectfully engaging her masters. "Yes ma'am." She spoke clearly, almost surprised. She sounded as if she for got where she was, she was, too deep in thought. It had been a long time since she had been to such a large party. "Go fetch me a fresh drink." The elderly master spoke as she handed Ava a half finished glass of some strange champagne. "And one for my husband as well." Another glass, this one empty, was handed to Ava. And then the two elderly people returned to their conversations.
The elderly couple was not much to look at. The women, the younger of the pair, often tried to deny her age. Her wrinkled face was caked with expensive makeup, all applied by slaves at the mansion, and her glasses were adorned with sparkling gems. She was also rather small her back hunched. Her husband was even more hunched, walking with a decorated and expensive cane. He was also very quiet, either due to his old age or his wife being the loud and commanding type.
Walking slowly, as to avoid from breaking or spilling her glasses, Ava eventually made it to the bar, requesting the fresh drinks for her masters. She gave the slave behind the counter a warm smile as he poured the fresh glasses. Once they were safely in her hands, Ava began her walk back. But something distracted her. The almost hypnotic dance of the girl with the red hair. It was baffling to her, she had never seen such vibrant colors. She had heard her masters mention the strange girl, but didn't actually believe she existed.
Ava's thinking was suddenly interrupted by a sharp hair in her scalp as her curly hair was suddenly grabbed and yanked back, forcing her to look up. Ava held back a yelp of surprise and pain as she tried her hardest to keep the drinks of spilling. "You work far too slowly, slave." Her elderly master spat, dragging her back to the area her and her husband were chatting with the other guests. Ava handed the drinks back, resisting the urge to rub her stinging scalp as she thought of the strange girl.
"Avaline." A wavering, elderly, voice called out. Ava immediately looked up, respectfully engaging her masters. "Yes ma'am." She spoke clearly, almost surprised. She sounded as if she for got where she was, she was, too deep in thought. It had been a long time since she had been to such a large party. "Go fetch me a fresh drink." The elderly master spoke as she handed Ava a half finished glass of some strange champagne. "And one for my husband as well." Another glass, this one empty, was handed to Ava. And then the two elderly people returned to their conversations.
The elderly couple was not much to look at. The women, the younger of the pair, often tried to deny her age. Her wrinkled face was caked with expensive makeup, all applied by slaves at the mansion, and her glasses were adorned with sparkling gems. She was also rather small her back hunched. Her husband was even more hunched, walking with a decorated and expensive cane. He was also very quiet, either due to his old age or his wife being the loud and commanding type.
Walking slowly, as to avoid from breaking or spilling her glasses, Ava eventually made it to the bar, requesting the fresh drinks for her masters. She gave the slave behind the counter a warm smile as he poured the fresh glasses. Once they were safely in her hands, Ava began her walk back. But something distracted her. The almost hypnotic dance of the girl with the red hair. It was baffling to her, she had never seen such vibrant colors. She had heard her masters mention the strange girl, but didn't actually believe she existed.
Ava's thinking was suddenly interrupted by a sharp hair in her scalp as her curly hair was suddenly grabbed and yanked back, forcing her to look up. Ava held back a yelp of surprise and pain as she tried her hardest to keep the drinks of spilling. "You work far too slowly, slave." Her elderly master spat, dragging her back to the area her and her husband were chatting with the other guests. Ava handed the drinks back, resisting the urge to rub her stinging scalp as she thought of the strange girl.
Yep
-raises hand- I am here!
Oh man I'm a huuuuuge fan of monster roleplays
Does anyone have any posts in the works?
Name: Callie "Cal" Evans
Age: In human years, seventeen.
Position: Member, pretty much the little sister to the rest of the pack.
Job: Cal was a high school student, until she was expelled for fighting with another student. During this fight Cal almost shifted forms, she finds this really embarrassing and thinks she let down the other members of the pack due to her fiery nature.
Appearance:
Short brown hair (Although she often wears beanies), freckles and green eyes. She is rather lanky and on the taller side at 5'6.
History: I want to save most of this for the IC, but at this point the rest of the pack knows a bit about her backstory. They ended up finding her several years ago in the woods, dangerously enraged and hungry. Being part of a pack dynamic has helped her tame her violent tendencies. It is also known that watching the house burn down was extremely traumatic for Cal.
Personality: She is rather impulsive, jumping to conclusions or being the first one to run down a dangerous path. This is likely due to her high energy, which always seems to be unending. Her rather fun-loving nature shows in her constant smiling and playing around. She is extremely loyal to whoever leads her, often carrying out tasks without second thought. And while all of this is rather fine, she can get extremely violent and rebellious when times call for it. Her boyish tendencies also often get her in trouble.
Goal in Life: Cal really wants to graduate college.
Other: Cal doesn't like full moons and being forced to change forms, she often panics before full moons. She also has many scars from her time without a pack, many of which leave her without patches of hair when she is a wolf.
Age: In human years, seventeen.
Position: Member, pretty much the little sister to the rest of the pack.
Job: Cal was a high school student, until she was expelled for fighting with another student. During this fight Cal almost shifted forms, she finds this really embarrassing and thinks she let down the other members of the pack due to her fiery nature.
Appearance:
Short brown hair (Although she often wears beanies), freckles and green eyes. She is rather lanky and on the taller side at 5'6.
History: I want to save most of this for the IC, but at this point the rest of the pack knows a bit about her backstory. They ended up finding her several years ago in the woods, dangerously enraged and hungry. Being part of a pack dynamic has helped her tame her violent tendencies. It is also known that watching the house burn down was extremely traumatic for Cal.
Personality: She is rather impulsive, jumping to conclusions or being the first one to run down a dangerous path. This is likely due to her high energy, which always seems to be unending. Her rather fun-loving nature shows in her constant smiling and playing around. She is extremely loyal to whoever leads her, often carrying out tasks without second thought. And while all of this is rather fine, she can get extremely violent and rebellious when times call for it. Her boyish tendencies also often get her in trouble.
Goal in Life: Cal really wants to graduate college.
Other: Cal doesn't like full moons and being forced to change forms, she often panics before full moons. She also has many scars from her time without a pack, many of which leave her without patches of hair when she is a wolf.
I am just about finished, sorry for the delay!
I'm working on a character :D
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