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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Nov 20, 2018 23:05:55 GMT -5
(For now until Winter hits lol)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 20, 2018 23:08:02 GMT -5
(Did anyone want to roleplay?)
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Nov 20, 2018 23:13:18 GMT -5
(I just got home, so I'm open)
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Post by Ace on Nov 20, 2018 23:19:50 GMT -5
(i'm open as well < 3)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 20, 2018 23:23:33 GMT -5
(Alright well I’ve got two characters I can use and I’d love to throw them out there!)
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Nov 20, 2018 23:26:44 GMT -5
(I have Anastasia only right now)
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Post by Ace on Nov 20, 2018 23:30:18 GMT -5
(i'm writing up my starters now!)
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Post by Morior on Nov 20, 2018 23:32:50 GMT -5
(I’m waiting for my form to be accepted)
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Post by Ace on Nov 20, 2018 23:40:23 GMT -5
Kahil;; open The redhead's eyes opened slowly. A lazy exhale left his lips before he groaned and twisted over onto his stomach, unwilling to deal with the light of the morning just yet. His to-do list began to run through his head. Get up, brush hair, brush teeth, shower, skincare routine, car, town, coffee, academy. God. Why did he think those studios were a good idea? He didn't even need to work, theoretically. Not while he was spending so much time at the Pack House. The alphas he served would take care of him. Yet here he was, waking up at six in the goddamn morning. Another irritated growl rumbled through his chest before he rolled out of bed. Literally. He landed on his knees. The entire routine took him about an hour and then he was in his car and rolling out of the driveway. The radio didn't have anything especially magnificent to offer but he much preferred it over silence. Half an hour later and he was yanking open the door to his favourite coffee shop.
Shafer;; open Shafer had been up all night. He honestly couldn't remember how it had happened but long story short: it was three am, he hadn't been tired, and there'd been a ten-episode documentary on marine life. What he lacked in sleep, he made up for in knowledge of crustaceans. Though he didn't work today, so his amount of sleep didn't really matter. The boy hated naps, however, and so was in the cafe that the redheaded werewolf had just barged into. He paid only enough attention to the ruckus to check Kahil out and then dismiss him. He snorted gently before taking another sip of his mocha and shifting his attention back to the bustling sidewalk. Shifts were starting and the town was alive with the rush. This was probably Shafer's favourite part of the day. A content sigh left him.
Astor;; open High school was such a joke. The thought played over and over in his head as the boy sat at the bus stop, alone. He could skip and no one would care. It would matter, in the long run. His grades were already stellar and that was purely from reading textbooks. Not listening to miserable teachers drone on for an hour and a bit. He could do much more productive things with his time. Like, read. Or go for a run. Or pick up an instrument, there was that music academy that opened its doors a few weeks back. He tossed his head back, effectively ridding his eyes of dark hair. At least the sky looked nice this morning. Not a cloud in sight so far. "This is bullshit!" He yelled into the empty space.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 20, 2018 23:41:48 GMT -5
Ill get two starters up once I make layouts and people can just throw whoever at whoever?)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 21, 2018 1:02:53 GMT -5
Cupid Vecktombrodra ”Blow a kiss, fire a gun.”
Sitting outside a cafe with a cup of tea in hand was supposed to be relaxing, wasn’t it? After all, it was a nice day in a lovely little town that seemed almost too peaceful for comfort. This should be one of those nice, relaxing moments in time like in a humble romance novel or a romcom of some kind, or perhaps even a modern day Disney story. Cupid would quite like to be a princess, actually.
However this was not relaxing as it should be. Though perhaps the reason it wasn’t as wholesome and calming as it should be had a little something to do with the man running circles around the cafe, calling out her name every time he passed by her sight.
”Hi Cupid!” Alistair called out as he did another lap around the cafe, seemingly full of energy.
Cupid hummed in response as she brought the tea cup up to her lips and took a sip. ”Alistair,” she called out, getting her younger brother to stop in his tracks. ”Why don’t you come sit down?” She suggested, patting the seat next to her.
The invention was enough for the messy haired boy to come and plop down on the chair, legs sprawled out under the table and hands hanging off the sides of the chair. Alistair looked over at Cupid, giving her a crooked smile. ”Did you need anything?” He questioned with a tilt of his head.
Cupid shook her head. ”No, just...sit,” she instructed as she took another sip of her drink, glancing away from Alistair for a moment. ”Remind me to never let you had coffee again...” Cupid added under her breath, though luckily it didn’t seem as if her brother had heard.
”Oh, alright...sit,” Alistair repeated, looking around the outside of the cafe. He managed to sit still and stay quiet for a good twenty eight seconds before the fidgeting started. Followed by the tapping, and then finally: the foot stomping.
Cupid glanced down at his feet as his left foot began to pound away on the floor like Thumper. How he managed to do that, Cupid wasn’t sure, although one thing she did know for certain was that this was much worse than the running around. ”Alright, never mind, go run around the block or something,” she instructed with a wave of her hand.
Alistair got up quickly, ready to go before he paused and looked Cupid over. ”Are you sure?” He asked and Cupid hummed out an answer, nodding her head. That was all Alistair needed to take off, and pretty soon, he had disappeared from sight.
Cupid sighed in relief, slouching back in her chair. ”Finally...” she muttered under her breath as she took another sip of her tea. It wasn’t that she didn’t love spending time with her brother, it was just that even she sometimes needed a break from that boundless energy of his.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 21, 2018 1:28:49 GMT -5
(Okay, just realizing that’s a bit of a long post, oops. Also, I finally figured out a fourth character to add in so I’m gonna get a form wip for him)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2018 1:59:47 GMT -5
(My only thing Morior is the eyes. A completely yellow color are the eyes of a werewolf in wolf form within a pack.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2018 2:02:01 GMT -5
( вєвє please add wolf appearances for them and the eyes for human form are a little odd so I’m going to ask the yellow is instead Hazel and the red is perhaps brown. My thing with eyes is based of rank of status and like I’d prefer characters to have normal eye colors in human form.)
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Nov 21, 2018 16:32:20 GMT -5
Anastasia Malia Owner of Bread n' Batter
Anastasia had a set schedule that began with her waking up a 5am to get to her shop. While she opened at nine, she would be baking for hours before that, every day having a fresh batch of bread and pastries to sell to the town. She would be there all day, chatting with the locals and working until she couldn't. She was easily one of the more well-known in the town, as the woman loved to chat with customers and gave out free food more times than she probably should.
Though the fact she was a werewolf was known to only her pack, of whom she lived with. And being one got in the way of her schedule at times, either messing with her sleep or causing her to close early. She put her bakery first, though the confident young woman seemed to put everything and everyone before herself anyways.
Today, she had opened with a smile, greeting regulars and chatting like always. The smell of the bread and pastries surrounded her, and she used her sharper senses to her advantage, knowing when whatever she was baking was done and never letting anything burn. Now, she was behind the counter, a smile on her face as she rang the last person up, passing them their order before leaning back on the counter happy with how her day was going.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 21, 2018 17:06:16 GMT -5
(Hey, cool layout Rain! Did you get it from Feathertalon too? It’s her coding! ^.^)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 21, 2018 17:32:16 GMT -5
Alistair Vecktombrodra ”No matter what, never leave your morals behind.”
Why hadn’t he ever had coffee before? Alistair was usually an energetic man, but with the added boost the caffeine in his coffee had brought, he felt as if he could run a marathon and still have energy to spare. Now, granted, boundless energy had a tendency to annoy people - specifically Cupid - and he knew that, but she hadn’t told him to stop yet, so he was going to keep going.
Now, Alistair had meant to only run around the block and then meet Cupid back up at the cafe she was at. However as he was about mid way through his run, the sight of a bakery caught his attention and Alistair found himself slowing down as he looked at it.
Considering his options for a second, Alistair looked through his pockets for some loose cash, finding a few dollars from random jobs he had done recently, though it wasn’t a lot. Still though, it should pay for a treat or two, right? If anything else, Cupid deserved something for putting up with Alistair, even he knew that.
So, making up his mind, Alistair made his way into the bakery, pushing the door open as he walked inside and let the pleasant, pastry aroma fill the air around him as he breathed in the enticing scent.
He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the smell before he continued on, looking around. However he didn’t approach the front counter, instead he just sort of stood there in the middle of the bakery, looking around.
Way to be useful, Alistair.
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Nov 21, 2018 19:22:47 GMT -5
(Hey, cool layout Rain! Did you get it from Feathertalon too? It’s her coding! ^.^) (I actually figured out how to make it after seeing a lot of my friends using it. It's not that hard to put together if you know what your doing)
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Nov 21, 2018 19:33:05 GMT -5
Anastasia Malia Owner of Bread n' Batter
Anastasia caught sight of the boy who had just walked in. Pushing herself up, she gave a large grin to him, noting how he was just standing there, looking around. So of course, she raised her voice to greet him from where she stood at the counter.
"Hello dear! Welcome to Bread n' Batter. What can I do for you?" She asked, her voice light as she smiled at him. She was always happy to serve customers, especially new ones. She always liked seeing their look when they tried something they really liked.
She worked the bakery alone, mainly because she didn't want to risk hiring someone that was bad for the job. She was the type of person that would feel bad about firing someone, even if they really deserved it. Sometimes, she was too nice for her own good.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2018 19:44:23 GMT -5
[ I would RP with you, Ace but I am skipping around so much and I am about to get off of work. I need to pack before I drive home tomorrow. ]
Noah grinned as he listened to his mate laugh. He nodded and made a soft hum, "We wouldn't have been mated if you weren't a morning person," he joked, although he was well aware that he would have stayed with Lukas even if he was a morning person. They had been friends for so long before they got together in high school. Noah started to push himself up so that he was sitting in bed, the blankets pooling around his lap as he watched Lukas get ready. He was always a little slower at getting dressed than him. Noah couldn't help but smile at Lukas and was about to answer his question when his mate kissed him. He returned the kiss for a minute before putting a hand on Lukas's chest and gently pushing him away. "Now shoo and go make me food like a good mate" he ordered with a warm smile as he eased himself out of bed and headed for the dresser. He was fine with whatever coffee Lukas would make up for him, he wasn’t a coffee prude. He would drink any type and be satisfied, all he needed to do was add milk.
"Let's not forget who was Alpha first dear Noah. I could easily demote you. Hmm how does being an Omega sound?" Lukas joked before playfully pushing Noah onto his back on the bed before hovering over and kissing him once more. He loved Noah he truly did but sometimes he needed to shut up and kissing him worked just as good as duct tape...no matter how tempting sometimes. "Now I expect you downstairs by six forty-five no later or you won't get a single strip of bacon or anything fun tonight." He warned before opening the bedroom door and heading downstairs.
When he walked into the kitchen he began to cook. Taking the bacon out of the fridge he began put it on the sprayed and heated up pan as well as putting eggs on another and sausage in the oven. Waffles or pancakes.... He thought before deciding on doing both. Using the waffle maker he poured batter in before letting it cook and making pancakes on once again another pan. The breakfast smells began to waft throughout the house and the vents and Lukas knew very well that the other werewolves would be able to smell said food.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 21, 2018 20:10:07 GMT -5
(Hey, cool layout Rain! Did you get it from Feathertalon too? It’s her coding! ^.^) (I actually figured out how to make it after seeing a lot of my friends using it. It's not that hard to put together if you know what your doing)(Oh cool! My friend was the original maker of the coding, she kinda started the whole thing, lol)
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Nov 21, 2018 20:14:32 GMT -5
(I actually figured out how to make it after seeing a lot of my friends using it. It's not that hard to put together if you know what your doing) (Oh cool! My friend was the original maker of the coding, she kinda started the whole thing, lol) (That's really cool!)
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 21, 2018 20:49:46 GMT -5
(yello!! just uh, places a joining form here, hiya. hopes this works. sorry about the personality slot, I suck at those since my character don't listen to it anyway, so I'd rather not put something down only for it to be false.)
Shiva Alice Wolff || 17 || Female ( she / her) || Heterosexual || Normal Wolf || Small in height and standing at 5'2, Shiva is altogether quite small with a similar weight at 116.6 lbs. She's all together really small and it doesn't always mesh well with her drive to exercise. She wished she had some muscles, but thanks to her inability to really build a muscle no matter how hard she tries, she's left smaller than she would like. Her skin, thanks to this constant exercise, is fairly tanned with the addition of little 'sun kisses' and freckles suited across her body. Her hair is strawberry blond and hangs to the middle of her back. It isn't easy to see as she prefers to tie it into a ponytail, often with brightly-coloured scrunchies that don't always match the outfit she wears. Her eyes are actually a bit of a sore spot for her, given the oddness of them. Her right eye is far more green-blue in color and her left brown. Heterochromia, and a common conversation starter. Meanwhile, in a far more wolfen form, she takes on the appearance of a smaller wolf. Her fur is a mix of grays, yellows, and whites, with gray being prevalent near the top of her body that slowly descends into the creamish mix of yellow and white into a simple white color. Her eyes are a glowing yellow, only fit for her position. || She's talkative, friendly, very loyal to friends, bordering on clingy. I suck at personalities, so sorry. || Sister to Beau Valentine Wolff || None at the moment. || Lives in the Pack House || Silver || (CreamCrow )
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 21, 2018 20:52:06 GMT -5
(Creamyyyyyyyy Hi)
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 21, 2018 20:57:09 GMT -5
OoC :: yeee hi!!
IC :: words
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Nov 21, 2018 21:01:51 GMT -5
Lexa lets out a huff before deciding to hop into her Jeep. She might as well head into town for a little bit. Lexa turned the Jeep on and started driving towards the town. Lexa wasn't sure what she would do in town but knew she would figure it out eventually. Lexa cranks up the radio and smiles as her favorite song came on.
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Post by Morior on Nov 22, 2018 0:19:17 GMT -5
Levent was in uniform, simple black pants and jacket with the town region’s police badge sewn onto the shoulder, but he was on his break. He walked into the cafe, looking exhausfed and double-checking his watch. After ordering a small sandwich and a coffee, he sat down and went through half of the sandwich quickly, while keeping his attention either on staring out the window or checking his phone in case of calls or messages.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2018 1:38:43 GMT -5
( Morior please change the amber wolf eyes to yellow wolf eyes. Then your form is accepted.)
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Post by Morior on Nov 22, 2018 1:48:07 GMT -5
(amber and dull yellow are the same eye colour T.T)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2018 1:56:28 GMT -5
(Your character is fine then.)
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