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Drake Morrison

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'So it was finally time,' Drake thought to himself as he woke up. He went over to the window in his room and lifted the black out curtains to let the afternoon light in. For the past few years he has been here, he never got used to sleeping during the day. He would pull the blackout curtains down and sleep from about 7am to anywhere between 1pm and 3pm in the afternoon. He got dressed in gym clothes, snagged himself a light breakfast, and went to work out in the weight room for a couple hours. After that He got washed up, having to stoop a little in the shower for the showerhead to wash his hair, and dressed into his regular clothes. ((description added to cs))

After a while the time finally came to go to the orientation. It felt odd, going to an orientation to a place that you have lived in for nearly three years, but he hasn't taken any official classes yet, just learned a few basics of transformation and keeping his anger in check, so this should be good. So far, its only been him and the headmasters along with a few staff here and there, so it would be interesting to see just how many people are going to be at this school.

All of Drake's things were already here, considering he didn't have anything except the clothes on his back when he got here it was easy to move in. Over time he was able to get some essentials and some things to entertain himself, but he spent most of his time either working out, exploring, and helping where he could if anyone needed it. Now, however, he would be a student, and he wasn't entirely sure what kind of changes that would entail, but it did excite him that things were about to be different for a change.

He made his way down to the orientation hall when it got darker and saw more people than what was probably in his entire old school. He stayed in the back and leaned against the wall, keeping himself out of focus, he figured with his stature, staying in the back would attract the least attention. During the orientation and noticed that everyone was loaded up with baggage, waiting to go to their rooms. 'Glad I don't have to worry about that,' he mused to himself with a slight smirk. He hadn't met a lot of the teachers that had arrived that day either, the only people he knew here were the headmasters and some of the staff that kept the place tidy. From what he saw, a lot of the vampires seemed to look down at nearly everyone while the werewolves were just generally looked irritated and ready to go to their dorms.

When the orientation was over, Drake turned to leave, not noticing the rather short girl that seemed to come in after him that was standing next to him and nearly tripped over her. His face got a little red, even though he kept a straight face and tone. "Oh! My bad, I didn't see you there." he quickly said as he knelt down to help pick up whatever was dropped.

Night School *Looking for more players*

Drake

Drake Morrison

Character Summary

Name:Drake
Age:21 -turned at 18
Species:werewolf
Sexuality:straight
Relationship Status:single

Appearance

Height:6'11"
Build: strong and burly
Eyes: green
Hair: Black
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: few scars here and there from sports

A large youth who boasts both height and stature, Drake has plenty of muscle with some fat that seems to smooth out his physique. His build is focused more on strength and endurance over speed and athleticism. He has a tan, slight freckling and a short trimmed beard that outlines his jawline. He has a strong jaw, high cheekbones, heavy brow, and his eyes are a tad narrower than most, which gives the impression of having an angry disposition. Keeps his hair cut high and tight.

clothes: some heavy, olive, ripstop cargo pants, a white tank top, and a black flannel shirt with thin white lines on it. He kept his shirt buttoned, but untucked and his sleeves rolled up just below the elbow. He had a thick leather wristband on his right wrist, a steel necklace that had a shield shaped pendent with a cross carved into it (which he got from his parents years ago) and wallet chain going from his back left pocket to front left beltloop. And finally to wrap it all up, a good pair of comfortable black work boots.

Personality

protective * oafish * reserved *

Personality: While he seems stand-offish, he is really just not talkative to people he doesn't know well, it takes him a good bit to get used to someone. Not really seen as the brightest person, though contrary to that belief, he is fairly intelligent, just not the fastest thinker. He often tries to keep his academic achievements aside from his team mates so as not to be deemed 'the nerd'. To the few people he does open up to as actual good friends, he is a loyal and very protective, willing to get into a fight at the drop of a hat if need be.

Habits:

• sleeping
• working out
• Eats a lot

Strengths:

• Strength
• Endurance
• loyal

Weakness:

• slow
• a bit clumsy due to his size, making it worse in wolf form
• acts instinctively instead of planning things out
• irritable
• slower to heal
• low control in his wolf form

Likes:

• physical activity
• Food, which is sad because now his diet is super limited
• epic music for working out to (Two Steps from Hell anyone?)

Dislikes:

• full moons
• loud obnoxious people
• haughty people
• transforming

History

Grew up in what he thought of as a mostly normal home, as his family is human. Being the size he is, going into sports like wrestling and football only seemed to be natural. Drake enjoyed playing the sports and worked out a lot to improve his body. Now, not only tall but muscular and weighted to boot, he was one heck of a contender on the field and in the ring. Most of his peers however, were the typical popular crowd, and while Drake was considered to be in it, he couldn't stand how some of them acted towards others, especially some of those that seemed to put academics over everything. Its not that Drake enjoyed academics by any means, but it came easy to him after a few times of hearing the material. Drake didn't want to be thrown in with what was considered the 'nerd crowd' so he mostly kept his grades to himself, even occasionally lying to make his grades sound lower.

One day, in a wrestling match, the opponent he was facing seemed to be stronger than what he appeared. Some coached chalked it up to better training while others think steroid use was involved. What nobody knew, was that he was a fledgling werewolf that was just starting to show signs of his power. Unknowing of this, Drake still went into the match with high hopes of becoming the victor. In the middle of the match however, while Drake had the other boy pinned down, something didn't seem right. the boy started to growl and actually bit at Drake, drawing blood. Everyone was surprised, but not nearly as much as the boy, who apologized profusely as he ran out of the gym, not stopping for anybody. Shrugging it off as just an odd person that just got caught using a dirty trick to win, Drake went about his business. It wasn't until the next full moon that things got ugly. On the way home from fishing with two friends, Drake said that he was starting to feel sick. They pulled over to give him some air and that is when Drake blacked out in a surge of pain from his first transformation.

When Drake came to, there were three other men watching over him, all three werewolves. When they heard a werewolf cry out in rage, they ran to investigate and were able to stop Drake and keep him down until he calmed down. They all looked rather rough from the ordeal as well. Drake didn't know what was going on and didn't believe them and got up to try to escape when one of the men transformed right in front of him and stopped him. The man understood it was hard to believe and turned Drake's attention to the news, where it was covering the vicious murder and critical condition of two high schoolers, Drake's friends, and the disappearance of Drake himself. Over time the other two men had to leave, and the one man left, who lived by himself, convinced Drake that the only way to keep going from here would be to send him to a school to earn to control himself, asap. He would inform his parents later when the time was right. Reluctantly, Drake agreed. He has been at the school since and doesn't wish to return until he is absolutely sure he can control himself completely.

Extras

Advice To The World: Don't be a werewolf, the food choice sucks.
Anything Else: I want a damn hamburger, and not just the meat, I mean the WHOLE ACTUAL BURGER.

Night School *Looking for more players*

@EverAwesome, thanks!

@Xandrya I'll try to catch up on reading asap and post so you may have something to go off of. He generally keeps to himself, but he won't ignore you. Ill try to post for him soon though

Night School *Looking for more players*

Without further ado (I'm still procrastinating haha)! had trouble finding a picture, so i hope the description is enough to go off of

Drake

Drake Morrison

Character Summary

Name:Drake
Age:21 -turned at 18
Species:werewolf
Sexuality:straight
Relationship Status:single

Appearance

Height:6'11"
Build: strong and burly
Eyes: green
Hair: Black
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: few scars here and there from sports

A large youth who boasts both height and stature, Drake has plenty of muscle with some fat that seems to smooth out his physique. His build is focused more on strength and endurance over speed and athleticism. He has a tan, slight freckling and a short trimmed beard that outlines his jawline. He has a strong jaw, high cheekbones, heavy brow, and his eyes are a tad narrower than most, which gives the impression of having an angry disposition. Keeps his hair cut high and tight.

clothes: some heavy, olive, ripstop cargo pants, a white tank top, and a black flannel shirt with thin white lines on it. He kept his shirt buttoned, but untucked and his sleeves rolled up just below the elbow. He had a thick leather wristband on his right wrist, a steel necklace that had a shield shaped pendent with a cross carved into it (which he got from his parents years ago) and wallet chain going from his back left pocket to front left beltloop. And finally to wrap it all up, a good pair of comfortable black work boots.

Personality

protective * oafish * reserved *

Personality: While he seems stand-offish, he is really just not talkative to people he doesn't know well, it takes him a good bit to get used to someone. Not really seen as the brightest person, though contrary to that belief, he is fairly intelligent, just not the fastest thinker. He often tries to keep his academic achievements aside from his team mates so as not to be deemed 'the nerd'. To the few people he does open up to as actual good friends, he is a loyal and very protective, willing to get into a fight at the drop of a hat if need be.

Habits:

• sleeping
• working out
• Eat a lot

Strengths:

• Strength
• Endurance
• loyal

Weakness:

• slow
• a bit clumsy due to his size, making it worse in wolf form
• acts instinctively instead of planning things out
• irritable

Likes:

• physical activity
• Food, which is sad because now his diet is super limited
• epic music for working out to (Two Steps from Hell anyone?)

Dislikes:

• full moons
• loud obnoxious people
• haughty people

History

Grew up in what he thought of as a mostly normal home, as his family is human. Being the size he is, going into sports like wrestling and football only seemed to be natural. Drake enjoyed playing the sports and worked out a lot to improve his body. Now, not only tall but muscular and weighted to boot, he was one heck of a contender on the field and in the ring. Most of his peers however, were the typical popular crowd, and while Drake was considered to be in it, he couldn't stand how some of them acted towards others, especially some of those that seemed to put academics over everything. Its not that Drake enjoyed academics by any means, but it came easy to him after a few times of hearing the material. Drake didn't want to be thrown in with what was considered the 'nerd crowd' so he mostly kept his grades to himself, even occasionally lying to make his grades sound lower.

One day, in a wrestling match, the opponent he was facing seemed to be stronger than what he appeared. Some coached chalked it up to better training while others think steroid use was involved. What nobody knew, was that he was a fledgling werewolf that was just starting to show signs of his power. Unknowing of this, Drake still went into the match with high hopes of becoming the victor. In the middle of the match however, while Drake had the other boy pinned down, something didn't seem right. the boy started to growl and actually bit at Drake, drawing blood. Everyone was surprised, but not nearly as much as the boy, who apologized profusely as he ran out of the gym, not stopping for anybody. Shrugging it off as just an odd person that just got caught using a dirty trick to win, Drake went about his business. It wasn't until the next full moon that things got ugly. On the way home from fishing with two friends, Drake said that he was starting to feel sick. They pulled over to give him some air and that is when Drake blacked out in a surge of pain from his first transformation.

When Drake came to, there were three other men watching over him, all three werewolves. When they heard a werewolf cry out in rage, they ran to investigate and were able to stop Drake and keep him down until he calmed down. They all looked rather rough from the ordeal as well. Drake didn't know what was going on and didn't believe them and got up to try to escape when one of the men transformed right in front of him and stopped him. The man understood it was hard to believe and turned Drake's attention to the news, where it was covering the vicious murder and critical condition of two high schoolers, Drake's friends, and the disappearance of Drake himself. Over time the other two men had to leave, and the one man left, who lived by himself, convinced Drake that the only way to keep going from here would be to send him to a school to earn to control himself, asap. He would inform his parents later when the time was right. Reluctantly, Drake agreed. He has been at the school since and doesn't wish to return until he is absolutely sure he can control himself completely.

Extras

Advice To The World: Don't be a werewolf, the food choice sucks.
Anything Else: I want a damn hamburger, and not just the meat, I mean the WHOLE ACTUAL BURGER.

Night School *Looking for more players*

Hmmmm, interested! Not normally a fan of the whole werewolf and vampire shtick save on rare occasions, BUUUUUT after reading this, it sounds like a blast. Got room for somewhat of a big bumbling brute? It will be a bit before I post a cs as I'm technically procrastinating writing a paper as I type these very words.

Rites Of Passage (a High Fantasy/Forgotten Realms Adventure)

Aiden walked around the camp so many times he lost count. Instead, he ad focused on the rhythm of his surroundings, so that in case he missed something with his eyes, he would hear something out of place. The crossbow he carried was a lot smaller and quite worse than the one he had stolen from the bandits before. But he figured it would suffice for now. He just held the crossbow in his right hand and used his spear like a walking stick as he patrolled, unknowing that nothing would ever come.

Over time, his concentration wore down as his mind drifted to other things. His regret for his hasty attack on the boar girl and his complete inability to protect his friends on multiple occasions. He found comfort in being able to help with the camp an being able to fight off the frogmen, so maybe things were starting to look better....maybe.

Rites Of Passage (a High Fantasy/Forgotten Realms Adventure)

Ill try to get my post in before then ;)

Rites Of Passage (a High Fantasy/Forgotten Realms Adventure)

still here, and im about to make another post soon, just reaching my rps between writing assignments

Fairy Tail: We Are Family

Fairy Tail: We Are Family

Central camp
Dremmick tried to stop her as she jumped out from his shadow, but it was too late, Dremmick was caught off guard by Morgan's sudden appearance and couldn't stop her. Luckily, it seemed as if her attack came without retaliation. "Morgan!? You shouldn't be here, if this man is who he says he is then everyone is in danger."

"IF!?" Jeevak shouted in anger, seemingly more annoyed at the thought of Dremmick not recognizing him than Morgan's attack. "Ah, I see... It's been so long that you need proof. Fine by me." And just then, much like Dremmick's magic, Jeevak materialized a crimson blade from his blood magic out of thin air, though much more sinister and more reminiscent of a sword length cleaver. "Blood magic is one thing. This can be passed down through dark arts, though it has its limits. Its essentially the burning off of one's blood into energy that can be formed into any object the user desire's. However this," his weapon disappeared and his arm formed into a crimson spike, "This ability, the one that lets me control my own blood and siphon others, is passed down by birthright." Just then a person walked up and stood next to Jeevak and was promptly impaled by the spike. However, it seemed to be an artificial human-like drone and turned crimson before disappearing into a red and crimson fog that Jeevak absorbed, "a demon's birthright. As you can see, many of the people here are not real, but drones created by me to serve me, each one costing about one average human's energy to make."

Jeevak looked Dremmick up and down as he started to walk in a circle around the two, noticing how bandaged up Dremmick was. “And it would appear to be a birthright you have forsaken. You have nearly drained yourself dry, still refusing to siphon others' blood are you? Pity to deny your nature...But you feel it's call getting stronger the more you reject it don't you? It's rage...its bloodlust?”

“HALF of my nature,” Dremmick cut in before shooting forward. He drew a short sword and attempted to make a few slashes in which Jeevak easily dodged. He then jumped back and made a chain with a hook blade at the end and started swinging to no avail, Jeevak was staying just out of range. Thinking he had caught Jeevak in a rhythm, he swung the chain down and it hooked into the dirt. Yanking on it, he launched himself forward and instead of meeting Jeevak with an immediate strike, he slid at the last moment and spun around with a rising stab aimed at Jeevak's side, but to Dreemick's surprise, Jeevak caught the blade barehanded and broke it in his grasp. Jeevak then capitalized on the surprise and headbutted Dremmick, which knocked him to the ground only to be met by a swift kick in the gut that knocked him back over to Morgan, weapons dematerializing as he let go of them. Jeevak made it look easy but it all happened so fast. Dremmick rolled and was stunned for a moment as he tried to regain the air that was just knocked out of him. The bandages at his side were cut open and turning red, and taking another look at Jeevak, there was a bladed greave that had started to disappear.

“Ah yes, the other half....your mother. That was a real shame, you see, if you didn't kill her, it would have saved me the trouble of hunting you down. You can take solace in knowing that you have successfully stalled me for a little while, It was more than what she was able to do-”

“BASTARD!” Dremmick exclaimed as he forced himself to stand, the cut was deep, though he was working on mending it. A silent voice in his head seemed to scream for him to retaliate jump back into the fight, but he fought the urge, though he seemed to be losing ground. “I will kill you if its the last thing I do.” He turned to Morgan again and spoke between deep breaths. “You need...to leave. Warn the others and run.... I'll try to catch up.” He then turned over to Jeevak who had started to slowly walk their way. “And if I don't make it back, apologize to Ris for me.” If Morgan was paying attention, she would notice that Dremmick's pupil had become more narrow than round, and though she couldn't see his teeth, they were starting to become sharper.

“You are nowhere near strong enough to kill me Dremmick,” Jeevak started as he continued approaching. “You can't hold back what is inside of you. You need to claim your birthright if you wish to live.

“I'd rather die than to become like you,” Dremmick shot back
“Hahahaha, then so be it, boy.” Jeevak said with a wicked smile.

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north camp

The group would arrive to see Ander standing in the middle of the now burning field that used to be north camp, surrounded by bodies of a few human “caravan merchants”, which only seemed to account for seven people out of the twenty or so stationed at the north camp. The rest vanished after they were defeated. He was completely cloaked again, and would just look like a black figure, though after Terra's findings, most of the guild members there would be able to assume it was him. He was looking at the explosive magic shard he had 'borrowed' earlier from that young mage. It was shattered now, and not by Ander, which could only mean that the mage had died. It was an understatement to say that he was unsettled, especially after the surge of energy he felt come from the central camp.

“I may be too late,” he said to himself.

As for Ris, if she looked at her mask, she may notice a slight change. The wooden mask would have changed shape in the form of fangs being added and two slight bumps appearing above the brows of the mask.