ViolentViolet

Enslaved Salvation(Werewolf RP)

@Argetlam350
Awesome, thank you

Enslaved Salvation(Werewolf RP)

@Arista@Nallore

What do you guys think?

Emilia Marrek

We were called the Rangers before they killed them and left me alone to escape their grasp and wander until they found me again. I can remember hunting in the Rockie Mountains; we moved all through Montana and Wyoming, Colorado and even up into British Columbia. It was all ours and it was rare that we would run into another pack. At times we would meet up with the Silver Claws when we were in Montana for a time; there was a man older than me though I never really got to know many of them. I wish I had now; I might have been able to find them and get away before they found me and took me away from the resting place of my pack. I was a Delta in my pack and content with it; I wasn’t too high or too low and never went ignored or unappreciated. I was nineteen when they took me; it’s been three years since they told me when I asked; that makes me twenty-two.

I tried my best when they came for us; I fought with a savagery I wasn’t even sure I had been capable of them. I was always kind to the pups, making sure their mother and they were fed before I hunted for myself. I was open and others said I was cute and innocent though I fear that that may all be gone now. I haven’t felt anything for months; not a sliver of hope or anger. Sometimes I black out and the doctors tell me I went berserk the next day; I find wounds that only I or another wolf could have inflicted though I’ve never seen another wolf here close enough to be able to touch. They’re beyond the glass. I see their anger and despair though I feel nothing anymore. I fear that if someone were to come to rescue me now that I would be nothing but a husk of what I was. I suppose fear may not be the correct word.

I was born deep in the mountains, away from human society – or rather, I was pupped; my mother was the wolf when my siblings and I were born though I was the only one who survived the pupping and learned to shift to the human child I was supposed to be. We survived, taken care of by her mate – the alpha male – and others of the pack until she was well enough to hunt again and I was old enough to begin learning. They took me down into Montana, toward the human cities were I learned to blend in while at the same time learning to be the wolf I was meant to be. It was a long lesson; one that couldn’t save me from them because they knew my weaknesses. I met the Silver Claw’s several times while we were in Montana, I made friends with one of the boys around my age but we left and I don’t think I ever saw him again – if I did I didn’t recognize him, not his scent or his appearance. The hunters came while we were close to town in Colorado, gathering supplies; they weren’t supposed to be that close and I tried my hardest to save those I can. I killed more than I thought I should ever had to, and it was all in the name of protecting them. Then I got shot and they thought I was dead; they left me there among the bodies of my friends and family – my pack and I was done. I would have died, but a man saved my life and let me mourn. With a vengeance I hunted hunters until I was finally captured and brought to the laboratory. You know the rest after that.

@Argetlam350
You don't mind that I kind of wound the two packs together in here do you? I never mentioned your character by name and was generic so any of it could have been anyone. It was just that our two territories were close so I figured I would and see what you thought.

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I'll have a character up in a few okay?

Enslaved Salvation(Werewolf RP)

I'm making a character for Hallow Pack and probably a hunter. It's just the first day I'm probably free for most of it.

Sun and Shadow (A Warrior Cats Role Play)

@booksmusicanime
Hey Books; you're character was supposed to be posted and finished in the OOC before moving it to the character tab. I hadn't approved it yet.

Sun and Shadow (A Warrior Cats Role Play)

@Little Mx Inferno

HOW DID I MISS THAT

The New Breed

Project No. 13

Otherwise known as Anastasia Lambrouge

She was sixteen when she was taken by the scientists, kidnapped from her place in prison; we are unaware of how long it has been since then. We do not know how long she will live now, what could kill her or what her limitations are since we have yet yo find them. She has ceased to age, leaving her permanently stuck at sixteen though she is so much more than that.

She was taken from a convoy on it's wait to the helipad that would take the girl across the ocean to where she would stay imprisoned. The police file states she is from Southern Snowdonia in Wales; even we don't know what she was doing in the United States.

13 proves to be an obedient specimen, even if it is simply for her own gains. She craves more power than we have already accidentally given her and since she cannot do it herself she finds her outlet in destroying anyone who thinks they can kill her - us included in her fits of rage.

At first we had thought we'd killed her during one of our experiments; her heart stopped beating, her body stopped functioning and she went brain dead for hours. We never thought she'd wake up and transferred her to the morgue to have her looked at; the autopsy went without a problem but the next day the girl was sitting on her bed, as per usual - stitches in her chest. Vitals were fine and we thought at first that she would simply come back if she died, though we had troubles finding a way to kill her. As of yet she have tried everything we can think of and she still does not die. She feels pain, plenty of it, though it helps her focus on her tasks; she heals, faster than the average person and beyond all regenerative capabilities. Somewhat like a starfish, though they regrow parts, 13 puts them back on. We have located no way to end her existence.

Traning is going well; she has mastered the use of fire arms though she is not find of them. She has practiced with a pair of scimitar and is rather fond of them, learning all the ins and outs of the weapons. Thus far she has passed all simulations and killed several of the rebels with them; she prefers her bare hands for the killing though.

13's life is full of mystery, even to us, though that is most likely because her father was a CIA agent and when he was wiped off the grid so was she. We could not manage to find birth records or city of birth though we managed to track down her parents via blood tests and found that she had a rather remarkable story for such a young girl. Having hacked her way into her fathers computer and mobile devices she found out what he did for a living and watched him on tapes that never officially existed; when he returned home from a trip she confronted him and they went into hiding. Her mother never spoke to her again for fear of all of their safety. Young Anastasia was taken to his head quarters, invited actually, by his superior agent and the girl was asked what she knew and if she would be quiet. We found that her memory is remarkable, edietic actually when we came to this part of the story. She told them no and they could not kill a child; they erased her and trained her before she went rogue and shot her commanding officer for shooting her father. We found her on her travel to Alcatraz.

Name: Anastasia Lambrouge
Age: sixteen or seventeen
Hometown: Southern Snowdonia, Wales
Side: Breed
Power: The inability to die.
Weapon(s): Scimitar

This would be me showing my interest

Magic and Music

@King Hatred
Nope. The Warlock is still open if you want to join us!

@iSuspect@Arista
I like your guys idea there, though he was kind of important since he's the bigest part of the magic lol. Though it doesn't look like one of us will have to play him after all *smiles*

Vampire Academy

I totally forgot about this one actually. But I think I shall drop it for now. Good luck!

Enslaved Salvation(Werewolf RP)

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Wow. Really? I messed up my tag xP

@ViolentViolet Seem fine to you?

@Arista

I really like it actually.