Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Nov 11, 2019 21:49:31 GMT -5
Here we are! I'll get the plot up shortly, and a description of my character. Feel free to take your time with yours; there's no rush. ^^
Plot Nico is a successful wildlife biologist, specializing in canine species. What no one knows is that he owes much of his success to his biggest secret: he's a werewolf. For much of his life, that little fact has been of no consequence. But recently, a group of supernaturals have created an organization with the goal of altering and enhancing a supernatural's gifts. And they've made Nico their next target.
Blue is a normal human, one who never expected to be drawn into a game of cat and mouse with a bunch of supernatural beings. She certainly didn't expect to find an injured werewolf in her backyard.
After their fateful meeting, Nico tries to escape and leave Blue out of his mess. But the group that's tracking him aren't about to leave witnesses alive. So, to save her life, Blue joins Nico in his race to get to the heart of the Organization and tear it apart — before it can do the same to him.
Characters Dominic, "Nico" Fletcher --> 25 years old --> semi-long black hair, messy but somewhat stylish; dark eyes, with long, thick lashes; light, naturally tanned complexion, of Akaska Native and Hawaiian decent; 6'2; 180lbs; tall, lithe, and well-built, with a natural grace to his movements; various small scars on his arms, legs, and torso, most of which are usually hidden by his clothes; wears well-worn jeans and a pair of old hiking boots or sturdy Nikes, paired with tshirts of various styles; sometimes has a black leather jacket overtop, and aviator shades --> as a wolf, he is tall and large, with thick black fur and the same piercing dark eyes; he is about 3'2 at the shoulder, and weighs close to 170 pounds --> an animal lover and big activist, though oddly enough, not vegetarian . has a degree in biology and animal sciences . travels the world studying wolves and other canines in the wild
Blue de la Cruz --> 21 years old --> 5’10, with an athletic build. filipino-american, medium brown skin with tousled dark brown-black hair that falls to her mid-back, and dark brown eyes. beauty mark under her left eye. tends to dress with loose t-shirts under plaid flannel used as a jacket, and skinny jeans. sturdy steel-toe boots. on cold days she’ll wear a bomber jacket with a flower design on the back. she has two tattooed black bands around her left forearm, and her ears are pierced multiple times. --> very interested in history . no longer in education . she makes ends meet.
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Post by toska on Nov 11, 2019 22:07:44 GMT -5
truly cannot make anything neat for the life of me. once i get a laptop....then i’ll shine :3c and see now im assuming this is modern but feel free to correct me
Blue de la Cruz 21 years old 5’10’’, with an athletic build. filipino-american, medium brown skin with tousled dark brown-black hair that falls to her mid-back, and dark brown eyes. beauty mark under her left eye. tends to dress with loose t-shirts under plaid flannel used as a jacket, and skinny jeans. sturdy steel-toe boots. on cold days she’ll wear a bomber jacket with a flower design on the back. she has two tattooed black bands around her left forearm, and her ears are pierced multiple times. very interested in history. no longer in education - she makes ends meet.
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Post by toska on Nov 12, 2019 1:07:26 GMT -5
sounds good to me! it’s interesting :0 i love the organisation concept. are we all set to start?
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Post by toska on Nov 12, 2019 1:27:15 GMT -5
oh gosh. i can wait, i’m suuuuuper bad with strters. have fun w the doggo!!
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Nov 13, 2019 12:15:19 GMT -5
Hey! So sorry for the poof! The forums/my phone were being spāzzy the other night, so I didn't trust the post to go through, and then I was at work almost all day yesterday. NOT fun. xP Nico hadn't wanted to enter the city, hadn't even wanted to come anywhere near it. But someone had tipped the Organization off about his presence and that he was investigating things he shouldn't, and they'd come looking for him in force.
As soon as he sensed their presence, he cursed himself soundly. He'd been reckless coming so close to the city, but he'd also been downright stupid when he chose to don his wolf pelt. Now, if they caught him, they would have all the proof they needed to capture him.
Nico's only saving grace was that as a wolf, he was faster and stealthier than any human could hope to be. He managed to circle wide around the search party and get to the spot he'd stashed his clothes. But the enemy was too close for him to risk Changing. Thank god he'd had the foresight to bundle his clothes into an easy to carry bundle. He picked it up in her jaws, ignored the awkwardness of it — and the taste — and took off.
Originally, he hadn't planned on entering the city tonight, if at all. He certainly hadn't wanted to do so as a wolf. But now he had no choice. He had to get to the city, find somewhere hidden and safe to Change, and then he could disappear as a human into the depths of the city. If he was lucky, he may even be able to accomplish what he came here to do.
Luck quickly proved it wasn't on his side tonight. The moment Nico entered the small, dark clearing where the Organization had parked their vehicles he sensed danger. His hackles shot up and he had to choke down a growl. He went absolutely still, his eyes and ears the only part of him that moved as he tried to spot the threat. A moment later, he did.
But it was a heartbeat too late.
With trembling limbs, the lackey that had been left behind to guard the vehicles raised his firearm and got off a shot. Nico was already moving, but not quite fast enough.
Nico expected to feel a tranq dart lodge itself in his side. What he felt instead was a tearing pain as a bullet — an actual bullet — buried itself in his side. Nico let out an involuntary yelp, dropping his clothes.
That was when luck decided to have mercy. While Nico berated himself for letting his surprise and pain get the best of him, the lackey startled and dropped his gun. The sound of it hitting the ground brought Nico back to his senses. As the kid — for, Nico realized, that's what the gunman was, a kid of no more than fifteen or sixteen — hit the ground looking for his fallen weapon, Nico snatched up his clothes and took off.
As he ran, his side began burning. It hurt like hell, but he was pretty sure the wound wasn't fatal — unless he couldn't stop the bleeding.
Behind him he heard shouting, telling him the kid had informed the others of his whereabouts. Nico wasn't too worried yet; even injured, a wolf was more than twice as fast as a human, and he had a head start. Losing them was easy enough, especially after entering the outskirts of the city, but by then he'd lost a lot of blood, leaving a trail the search party would eventually realize they could follow to find him again. So Nico had headed deeper into the city, where he knew he could find first aid — and hopefully somewhere he could Change.
But traversing the city as a wolf, even at night with fewer people around, was not easy. He had to go slow, stick to the shadows and back alleys. Sometimes he even had to hide or backtrack to avoid being seen. He knew some Werewolves could pass for big mangy dogs in their wolf pelts, but Nico couldn't. He was very clearly a wolf, large and graceful and predatory. Only an idiot would mistake him for a dog.
He jumped a six foot brick wall into one of the back alleys of the city, and his landing was less than graceful. He stumbled, and a snarl of pain escaped before he clamped his jaw shut and stumbled forward. Only to stop abruptly when he realized he wasn't in a back alley. He was in a backyard.
If he were in human form, his brow would be furrowed with confusion. He looked over her shoulder at the wall — for it was a wall, not a fence. Who put a six foot wall around their property? Why not just use a privacy fence?
Nico gave himself a mental shake and a silent order: Focus. As strange as he found the property owner's choice of fencing, he had bigger problems. Like finding somewhere safe so he could Change, and losing the search party. And Nico decided here was as safe a spot as any.
Well, not here here. There was a large utility shed a few feet away that would work perfectly. He limped over, eyes and ears never still as he crossed the open yard to the shed. He saw and heard nothing, but one can never be too careful.
When he reached the shed, though, he discovered a problem: the door was shut tight, probably locked, and no amount of human intelligence would make up for the lack of thumbs.
He loosed a low growl, frustrated, and circled around to the back. He hadn't wanted to break in, but now he had no choice. He found a window that wasn't blocked, from within or without, backed up a good distance, narrowed his eyes to slits, and charged.
Nico was more than big and hefty enough to go through the window, but that didn't mean it was a simple move, or that it didn't hurt. He received two shallow cuts across his muzzle, one over his eye, and when he landed inside the shed, he stepped on a shard of broken glass. He yelped, and hopped around on three paws as he moved into the darkest corner he could find.
He carefully removed the glass — growling and mentally cursing the whole time — then shifted a few feet away and laid down to catch his breath before starting his Change.
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Post by toska on Nov 13, 2019 14:33:34 GMT -5
“Now,” the old woman turned to look at Blue with a stern eye. “Trixie must be accompanied when she goes outside, or her nerves shan’t handle the wide space.”
The pampered Chihuahua sat innocently, with silly little booties and a little bow. She would’ve been cute, without all the frills - but Blue supposed that each person had their own taste when it came to dogs. Trixie was there with a wide-eyed look and a wagging tail, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.
Blue did this, sometimes. To make ends meet, she would take care of peoples’ pets while they went out of town, and some of them wanted them to housesit while she was at it. It made a decent amount of money on her off-days, so she couldn’t complain. As her client went through a long list of what Trixie liked and disliked, when she had food and when she went outside. It was all simple enough, and eventually Blue was alone with the house and the dog, who no longer seemed interested in the stranger.
Everything was quiet. This house wasn’t out of the way, exactly, but it was definitely in a more peaceful location than most.
The routines for Trixie were easy. Measuring her food, refilling her water so that it could filter, and...that was it. The little dog had been for her walk for the day, she’d been in the garden. Now, there was peace and quiet. Too much of it, she thought, flicking open a book and settling down to read. The couch shifted next to her as the dog jumped up, but it was peaceful. Absolute silence, with not a hint of a disturbance. She could get used to this, she thought. Blue liked the general business of a working day - but she wanted more time for her own hobbies. Like this.
It stayed like that for a while, but nothing good ever lasted long. Trixie moved suddenly from her side, skittering to hide underneath the coffee table. Her teeth were bared and a low growl settled in her throat, ears pointed directly towards the patio doors. Blue listened for a moment before she slowly approached the curtains drawn over the glass, pausing only when she heard a shattering. That...was probably a break-in. It was probably stupid to go out there. She was alone, and her phone battery was currently dead. The old woman who lived here hadn’t shown her any weapons to use for self defence. It was just Blue and her fists, and nothing else.
Against her better judgement, she went outside. At first, everything seemed...okay. She wished she had a flashlight, or something to help her see what was going on.
The shed. Right. She slowly moved towards it and checked the set of keys she had been given. There were...far too many, but at least they were labelled. With surprisingly steady hands, she unlocked the shed and stepped in, immediately flicking the light switch on. Thank goodness for...
Her trail of thought trailed off as she saw the scene before her. The broken window, the blood, the...wolf? No. Not a wolf - wait. She averted her gaze, though unsure of why, and frowned at the broken window again.
“Excuse my French,” her tone was quiet but firm, as if she weren’t even experiencing something so surreal, “but what the [beep].”
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Nov 13, 2019 16:00:42 GMT -5
Nico was halfway through his Change, resting, breathing hard, and shaking bodily. He was still on all fours, his head bowed as he struggled to catch his breath, and he was mostly human, but also... not. The biggest indicators were his head and shoulders, which were still misshapen and wolf-like, though the former was partly hidden by his arms. There was also still signs of fur all over his body, though it was steadily retracting.
Nico loved being a werewolf, loved the benefits and the experience. But there was always that moment, mid-Change, when he kind of hated it. He was at that moment when the girl walked in. He almost didn't even notice her, probably wouldn't have at all, if she hadn't spoken.
His gaze shot up, startled, before he quickly turned his face away. If he wasn't so tired from his flight, blood loss, and the Change, he would have strung together a bunch of fowl curses himself. As it was, all he could do was focus on finishing his Change.
His whole body shuddered and convulsed. His jaw clenched tight to hold back a growl. Seconds felt like hours as his muscles contracted and shifted, as the fur continued to recede. Then it was over, and he collapsed onto his side. He made sure he fell with his back to the girl. Woman? He hadn't gotten a close enough look, so he had no idea how old she was. He just knew she was a female, and that she'd already seen more than she should have.
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