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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
@NanixErka
Ah. Yes. Yes he will. He will be a pain in everyone's side. A thorn…
(More like a giant claymore.)
Ah. Yes. Yes he will. He will be a pain in everyone's side. A thorn…
(More like a giant claymore.)
@NanixErka
Fay is trying to help, I sweaaaarrrr toooo Godddd!
She just needs to grow a little bit. Give her time!
Fay is trying to help, I sweaaaarrrr toooo Godddd!
She just needs to grow a little bit. Give her time!
Ohh, here's another CS from me. I'm deciding on when he will appear but I'd just like to have him in here to be prepared!
I present to you ladies and gents… Fay's FATHER! Inside is why she doesn't talk about him. Much. At all.
Name: Kane "The Black" Frost
Age: 45
Appearance:
Human, werewolf, or hunter?: Werewolf
If werewolf: Alpha, beta, or omega?: Alpha
Background:
In a time of restfulness and peace, Kane grew up under the tutelage of Darren Frost and his wise mother Kalina. The Bloodmoon pack spanned a massive area within the large state of Alaska. Unified. Peaceful. And strong. They got along well with humans, never hunted them. It was a safe haven for their kind. For years they prospered and stuck to their honorable code. However, the war spilling out between paranoid hunters and vicious wolves taking advantage of their gift soon came to a violent collision with the Bloodmoon tribe. War broke out between the humans and Darren. At least that's what they called it. Kane saw an entirely different story. Massacre. Betrayal. He saw his friends cut down. His mother and father murdered unjustly before his eyes. Cast out of their homes and forced to watch them burn away to dust.
Even Kane's wife was killed, and he was left to raise two young pups by himself. In the cold, dark wilderness of Alaska with but a few wolves by his side. Some died of hunger. Some of cold. But Kane drew his kind together. The cutting frost of the wind chilled Kane to the core, and his followers. Icing over the kindness and warmth that once resided there. Kane's heart withered away into nothingness long ago. When a band of hunters came to their cave, Kane killed them. Every last one of them. None of them knew the kind of enemy they were facing. Full of cockiness and laughter, soon their screams echoed within the cave as their blood splattered on the walls. Those men never to be seen again as Kane Frost died and from the withered ashes of his heart rose 'The Black'.
To survive, The Black knew everything. Older wolves wanted to stick to the old ways. Inexperienced wolves were too nervous to try something new. But The Black knew better. The old ways were of no use in a time of war. He instilled 'The Black Code' to his pack. A cruel, hardened guideline of life that often punished transgressors with death. Two wolves fought back and their bodies were left to be buried in snow that very night. It didn't take long for everyone to follow The Black's lead. He raided villages, small towns, trains. Often he created snow caves to throw off hunters when they actually rested in different caves. Those traps even led to the death of several hunters. The Black managed to slip spies into other packs and take them over or massacre them if they weren't willing to change their laws.
Merciless and brutal. That was his way. And it worked. He had an incredibly high survival rate amongst his own pack when it came to being the victims of hunters. Their kill rate was even more impressive. Deaths primarily came from training and disobedience to the law. Failure of adhering to the code always meant death. No one was allowed to leave. The Black and his tribe became feared. Even dreaded within the Alaskan tundra. So much so, hunters even began to flee to the mainland USA out of fear of being the next targets. No one knew when The Black could strike next because they were trained so well in camouflaging themselves amongst humans within towns; and then striking. One town of hunters tried to make peace, and The Black agreed. However, in the middle of the night his pack stormed the village. Murdered women and children. But the men got the worst treatment. The hunters were torn limb from limb and he had their body parts scattered in a trail of blood across the snow-covered hills. A message the entire state never forgot as an entire town of people was burned to the ground. The Black and his tribe disappeared shortly after.
Now he searches relentlessly for his daughter for she escaped and defied his laws. Rumors silently creep from east coast to west coast. The man with golden yellow eyes walks in their land now. No one is safe. The blanket of his shadow casts itself over the land. Creeping ever closer to Greyville. He is the devil of blood. The howl in the night, the image of your worst nightmares.
Yet no one can find him. The ghost in the darkness.
Run. Before he finds you.
I present to you ladies and gents… Fay's FATHER! Inside is why she doesn't talk about him. Much. At all.
Name: Kane "The Black" Frost
Age: 45
Appearance:
Human, werewolf, or hunter?: Werewolf
If werewolf: Alpha, beta, or omega?: Alpha
Background:
In a time of restfulness and peace, Kane grew up under the tutelage of Darren Frost and his wise mother Kalina. The Bloodmoon pack spanned a massive area within the large state of Alaska. Unified. Peaceful. And strong. They got along well with humans, never hunted them. It was a safe haven for their kind. For years they prospered and stuck to their honorable code. However, the war spilling out between paranoid hunters and vicious wolves taking advantage of their gift soon came to a violent collision with the Bloodmoon tribe. War broke out between the humans and Darren. At least that's what they called it. Kane saw an entirely different story. Massacre. Betrayal. He saw his friends cut down. His mother and father murdered unjustly before his eyes. Cast out of their homes and forced to watch them burn away to dust.
Even Kane's wife was killed, and he was left to raise two young pups by himself. In the cold, dark wilderness of Alaska with but a few wolves by his side. Some died of hunger. Some of cold. But Kane drew his kind together. The cutting frost of the wind chilled Kane to the core, and his followers. Icing over the kindness and warmth that once resided there. Kane's heart withered away into nothingness long ago. When a band of hunters came to their cave, Kane killed them. Every last one of them. None of them knew the kind of enemy they were facing. Full of cockiness and laughter, soon their screams echoed within the cave as their blood splattered on the walls. Those men never to be seen again as Kane Frost died and from the withered ashes of his heart rose 'The Black'.
To survive, The Black knew everything. Older wolves wanted to stick to the old ways. Inexperienced wolves were too nervous to try something new. But The Black knew better. The old ways were of no use in a time of war. He instilled 'The Black Code' to his pack. A cruel, hardened guideline of life that often punished transgressors with death. Two wolves fought back and their bodies were left to be buried in snow that very night. It didn't take long for everyone to follow The Black's lead. He raided villages, small towns, trains. Often he created snow caves to throw off hunters when they actually rested in different caves. Those traps even led to the death of several hunters. The Black managed to slip spies into other packs and take them over or massacre them if they weren't willing to change their laws.
Merciless and brutal. That was his way. And it worked. He had an incredibly high survival rate amongst his own pack when it came to being the victims of hunters. Their kill rate was even more impressive. Deaths primarily came from training and disobedience to the law. Failure of adhering to the code always meant death. No one was allowed to leave. The Black and his tribe became feared. Even dreaded within the Alaskan tundra. So much so, hunters even began to flee to the mainland USA out of fear of being the next targets. No one knew when The Black could strike next because they were trained so well in camouflaging themselves amongst humans within towns; and then striking. One town of hunters tried to make peace, and The Black agreed. However, in the middle of the night his pack stormed the village. Murdered women and children. But the men got the worst treatment. The hunters were torn limb from limb and he had their body parts scattered in a trail of blood across the snow-covered hills. A message the entire state never forgot as an entire town of people was burned to the ground. The Black and his tribe disappeared shortly after.
Now he searches relentlessly for his daughter for she escaped and defied his laws. Rumors silently creep from east coast to west coast. The man with golden yellow eyes walks in their land now. No one is safe. The blanket of his shadow casts itself over the land. Creeping ever closer to Greyville. He is the devil of blood. The howl in the night, the image of your worst nightmares.
Yet no one can find him. The ghost in the darkness.
Run. Before he finds you.
@Tip Go for what the character would do! Or what you think they would do. This is an unbiased statement from me (even though I like the idea of Fay pulping Anton and Jesse). True to character!
@Tip
<Snipped quote by Traitor>
Jess is just around the next trashbin. Also Fay said you deserve the demotion and that you're ugly.
That made me laugh more than it should have. Stop lying to Anton!
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Mood? Curious. Curious as to how a Dead Girl is posting on this forum. GHOSTS!
Mood? Curious. Curious as to how a Dead Girl is posting on this forum. GHOSTS!
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He looked at Cassandra. Well, there goes any chance of people not noticing he looked like a mess. "Is there such a thing as a good mess?" Kaden asked her, the smallest hint of a smirk on his face.
Looked like the whole crew was there. Kaden brushed a hand through his hair and scratched the back of his head as his curious eyes wandered around at everyone. Some of them he didn't know. One or two. He smirked when David was in the bush, and getting out of the bush. "You sure about that buddy? You might be out cold if you keep up like this." Kaden ragged on him. David was the one here that reminded him most of himself. Two of them with everyone else on a trip to the lake with no parents. Crazy things were guaranteed to happen. They just didn't know what sort of trouble yet. At the moment, all Kaden could think about was how much he wished he could have coffee. And the throbbing in his head.
That's when an angel in the form of Scout came over to offer him an energy drink. Stuttering around him like he always did. Blushing too. Kaden wondered how Scout was so good with the ladies, but shy around the guys. He never figured he was gay or anything. Not that he would have minded. Not his place to ask regardless. "Shit, it hasn't been a minute and already the good guy shows up." Kaden looked at Scout. "Who said I wanted an energy drink." He made his face straight as possible until he started to laugh. Just messing with Scout. He took the energy drink. "Thanks. You know me too well Scout. Am I getting that predictable?" He pat Scout on the back and went over to Krista and Riley. "Yeah, yeah. Bed head is here. You two are so…" Kaden yawned, making their nickname more accurate while he unscrewed the cap of the drink. "So funny." Kaden took a large gulp of the drink.
He didn't have much stuff so he quickly went into the RV and dumped his bag and fishing pole near one of the walls. Shortly after Kaden returned outside. When Riley and Krista introduced Matt to the group, Kaden just gave him a sleepy wave. New meat to the group. Guess that meant he'd have to get him black out drunk. Kaden gave the same sleepy acknowledgement to most people. He figured for most of the ride he'd just pass out.
"Looks like everyone's 'ere so let's get on the road, yeah? That lake is callin' our name."
Looked like the whole crew was there. Kaden brushed a hand through his hair and scratched the back of his head as his curious eyes wandered around at everyone. Some of them he didn't know. One or two. He smirked when David was in the bush, and getting out of the bush. "You sure about that buddy? You might be out cold if you keep up like this." Kaden ragged on him. David was the one here that reminded him most of himself. Two of them with everyone else on a trip to the lake with no parents. Crazy things were guaranteed to happen. They just didn't know what sort of trouble yet. At the moment, all Kaden could think about was how much he wished he could have coffee. And the throbbing in his head.
That's when an angel in the form of Scout came over to offer him an energy drink. Stuttering around him like he always did. Blushing too. Kaden wondered how Scout was so good with the ladies, but shy around the guys. He never figured he was gay or anything. Not that he would have minded. Not his place to ask regardless. "Shit, it hasn't been a minute and already the good guy shows up." Kaden looked at Scout. "Who said I wanted an energy drink." He made his face straight as possible until he started to laugh. Just messing with Scout. He took the energy drink. "Thanks. You know me too well Scout. Am I getting that predictable?" He pat Scout on the back and went over to Krista and Riley. "Yeah, yeah. Bed head is here. You two are so…" Kaden yawned, making their nickname more accurate while he unscrewed the cap of the drink. "So funny." Kaden took a large gulp of the drink.
He didn't have much stuff so he quickly went into the RV and dumped his bag and fishing pole near one of the walls. Shortly after Kaden returned outside. When Riley and Krista introduced Matt to the group, Kaden just gave him a sleepy wave. New meat to the group. Guess that meant he'd have to get him black out drunk. Kaden gave the same sleepy acknowledgement to most people. He figured for most of the ride he'd just pass out.
"Looks like everyone's 'ere so let's get on the road, yeah? That lake is callin' our name."
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11 yrs ago
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Good! Just got back from class. Then another class in a little over an hour so I'm chilling for now.
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