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taliaangeni

I'm open to falling from grace.
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Cosmo

Does Not Know Kung-fu

Name
Elijah 'Eli' Hayes

Age
29
"Twenty-Nine and still in a Boy's Only Clubhouse. What have I done with my life?"

Gender
Male
"Now that's just mean. Is it because I shave? Well, I am sorry I don't go all feral with the long hair, beard and lack of personal hygiene."

Sexuality
Heterosexual
"Its a one-sided love."

Species
Werewolf
"The personification of puppy power... No? Okay, so I need to come up with something new for my dating profile then."

Role
Treasurer
"It helps when you're the only one that can count past five."


Personality
"I'm not saying I am amazing... because everyone keeps telling me I'm not."

Sarcastic || Dutiful || Bitter || Simple || Genuine || Stubborn

Eli is one sarcastic guy. He loves to poke fun at people, situations, preconceptions.. whatever he can that will rile people up. Finding and poking buttons is his favorite past time, he loves nothing more then to throw out a witty one-liner or zinger that leaves them red in the face and resorting to childish insults... partly because everything has become a joke to Eli. His childhood, his family, what he is, what they are, this 'gang', the motorcycles they ride on to get attention like sixteen year old girls... All of it is wonderfully hilarious if one squints their eyes hard enough. He isn't much of a fighter, however, so it isn't uncommon for the night to end with his ass getting kicked, but he doesn't let them have the sanctification of shutting him up and will joke even as he is choking on his blood because if he can't hurt them physically, he will attack them mentally. This is probably why he isn't the most popular guy in the pack, no one ever invites him over for a beer for a reason. He is just the treasurer, the glorified accountant, he keeps the investments managed, ensures there is money for liquor and keeps the taxman away... But he does a damn good job at it. Despite how much he mocks and teases, Eli is a devoted man. He throws himself in to whatever he does even if he complains about it to anyone who will listen, and even those who won't. It is the same thing that kept him in town and unable to abandon his mother, or at least, call their bluff in doing so. It is why he came back to a funeral of a man he hated, because he was still his brother and he should be there.. so he was. Eli may insult someone, mock them and everything they care for, but he keeps his word.

His last girlfriend left him after calling him a sad, bitter little man, and she was right. The is a lot of rage and anger inside Eli, chained and locked away, but it still leaks out. It is the source of his sarcasm, that desire to hurt other people in small little ways, by poking their buttons and laughing at them. The irony of how that makes him like his brother and father is not lost upon him and, if anything, only fuels it more. When something good happens, he is suspicious and doesn't trust it, when something bad happens, it merely meets his expectations. Eli is always quick to point and laugh at his own nature because if someone can't laugh at themselves then they are truly lost... although he is sure many other people would prefer it if he just kept his mouth shut all the time. While the other members of the pack may consider him 'fancy' for going to college and thinking he is too good for them, at heart, Eli is a simple guy. He likes simple things likes watching cartoons, sleeping in late and eating way too much greasy food. He never wanted to be rich, as a kid, he dreamed of a small house in the middle of nowhere, just him and a family of his own with no care in the world.. a dream he hasn't had in a long time but still lurks in furthest corners of his heart. The nicest thing anyone can really say about Eli is he is genuine. He is what he is. There is no guile or trickery in him, what they see is what they get. Eli will never pretend to be anything but what he is, in fact, that is a source of a lot of jokes. In a gang full of alpha bravado, he is 'real'. Even if he is a stubborn ass who will not change his mind on anything and will happily get his ass kicked before backing down or admitting he was wrong. For too long did he cower in the shadows of his dad, he won't, ever, do it again.



Background
"My brother was an asshole. He always was. I see people here crying and thinking back on all the 'good times'. What good times? The time he knocked up Claire in high school then pressured her to get rid of 'the problem'? I remember him laughing on the phone to his friends the next day, all one great joke to Ken. The time he put a guy in the hospital for 'bumping into his bike'? He was an asshole. Just like our fucking dad when he'd come home from his little band of fucking noise making attention whores called bikers for a good ol' round of smacking mom around. Just like dad, he loved being in the pack, he loved being what he was because it gave him power and he loved power. It was probably the only thing he ever did love. The idea of being an 'alpha', out of everything that went through my brother's empty head, why that stuck, I'll never fucking know. What was alpha about our drunkard of a dad? His ability to mount bitches and blow away our rent while rubbing it in our mom's face? Blame the fang that killed him all you want, say he was a good man who only shit gold and pissed craft beer, he was a piece of shit who probably started the fight. He isn't in a better place, if there is a hell, he is in it with dear ol' pops.... Enjoy the food."

Eli comes from a long line of wolves. His father was a wolf, his grandfather, his great grandfather and so on. His bloodline was a part of the gang when it first founded when they left another pack for them for a 'better future'. Things did not quite work out as his ancestors had envisioned. Any prestige to their name was something Eli never saw. His father was a drunkard. More then happy to sit on his laurels and drink himself into a coma at the bar. His mother was a small woman who had long been brow-beaten into submission by his father 'put into her place by a proper alpha'. Eli's younger brother, Ken, had a mean streak a mile long. Despite being a year younger then Eli, he was bigger and loved nothing more then showing it in displays of dominance. Ken was the pride of their father and, in turn, Ken basked in being the favored son. Of having his transgressions looked over, and even, praised. Perhaps his brother would have turned out different if they had better parents, but a moot point. As he was often made the outcast of the family, he started to fully commit to his 'role'. He pointed out the flaws in their lives, how silly the gang on their motorcycles really were... and he pushed his family away as hard as they pushed him. When he was seventeen his father died, there wasn't much even being a werewolf could do when there is a head on collision between a harley and a semi-truck. At his funeral, a closed casket, Eli could barely stand to hear it as everyone talked about how great a man he was. How the world was a lesser place without him. As if he was some great, kind, generous man which was the furthest from the truth as it could possible be. Whenever he tried to say anything, his mother would always place a soft hand on his shoulder and tell him it wasn't right to speak ill of the dead, as if it mattered anymore.

When Eli graduated high school, he defied expectations and went straight to uni accumulating a fair share of student debt to do so. He wanted to be far away from his 'home'. From his brother and the gang of mutts that also called it home. He called his mother once every couple of months, graduated with a degree in business, which he never ended up using, instead choosing to take odd jobs as he moved from state to state, wandering and exploring the nation trying to outrun the memories of his home and of what he was, at least, he tried until his past caught up to him three years ago. He got a call from his mother, which surprised him as he had never given her his new number, and told his brother was dead. Killed by a vampire. He hadn't wanted to go back, had told his mother he wasn't going to the funeral, but a few weeks later, he was back home wearing a rented suit and asked to give a speech about how great his brother was and how much he'd miss him. He gave a speech alright, just not the one he was supposed to give. Eli had planned on ducking out the second the funeral ended but was caught and approached by the 'Big Wolf'. Offered a job as the treasurer, it seemed the gang's finances weren't exactly in the best place and Eli was the closest thing they had that was a member of the 'pack'. He told them to go shove it. But Eli was put in his place quickly when he was told his mother wasn't a part of the gang and never would be. With his brother and father gone, they no longer had any reason to take care of her, to help her with her bills, to watch over her. They could have been bluffing. 'Pack loyalty' ran deep, or at least, it was supposed to, but he wasn't prepared to call that bluff. What other options did he have? He didn't have much money, what he had saved had gone to his brother's funeral, he had no career or career prospective as he had instead drifted from town to town... He couldn't leave his mom alone, not again. His mom... he had hated her at times, how weak she was, how she just rolled over and took the abuse, but she was his mom and she was the source of the few good memories he had of his childhood and at the end of the day, Eli liked to think he was a halfway decent wolf monster... so he agreed to join.
 
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esthersilvers

«professional procrastinator»
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  • my lips are the gun

    my smiles are the trigger

    my kisses are the bullets

    label me a killer...
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    devilish
    /*strength*/
    cunning
    /*defense*/
    ruthless
    /*magic*/
    sensual
    /*resistance*/
    cold
    /*agility*/
    mischievous
    /*dexterity*/
    truthteller
    /*luck*/
    THE MOON IS MY SUN,

    THE NIGHT IS MY DAY,

    BLOOD IS MY LIFE,

    AND YOU ARE MY PREY
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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.
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  • xName: Evangeline Zabielski
    xAge: 24
    xGender: Female
    xSexuality: Straight
    xSpecies: Werewolf
    xRole: Woman
    xAppearance: Phoebe Tonkin
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Personality:
Evangeline is far from a submissive girl. She can be, perhaps to the right wolf, but for the most part she's loud, strong-willed, and independent. She's used to getting what she wants, though not from being spoiled, but from working for it. If she wants something, she's not afraid to go after it. She speaks her mind and acts before she thinks, which has gotten her into trouble with the Alpha (and her peers) more than once. If you piss her off, expect to get punched. She's not afraid of any man (except maybe the Alpha). After all, she doesn't want to be shunned from the only family she's ever known.

Evie loves music, and she loves dancing. She can't sing, unfortunately, but she can't help but move when she hears a good beat. Rarely will you find her sitting still, or doing an activity that doesn't require movement. She hates sitting through any type of meeting or anything where she's forced to sit still. That's one of the few drawbacks to wanting to be in charge of a pack one day, but she just can't help but find it boring and useless. She's had quite a few boyfriends over the years-- none of the relationships lasted, because they were either too much of a pushover or too pushy to her. No way was she a have kids and settle down type.

She needs to be free.

Bio:
Evangeline has been around the pack her whole life. Thankfully not condemned to a life of being the Alpha's daughter, Evie managed to keep most of the higher ups eyes off of herself. Well, somewhat. Always dreaming of a bigger and brighter world out there, she couldn't help her boisterous and loud personality. As a young pup, she managed to get into as much trouble-- if not more-- than the rambunctious boy pups. Evie never backed down from a challenge, even if it got her yelled at by her beta father. Her mother would beg her to spend more time with the female pups, but Evie wasn't interested in playing dress up and dollies. No, she wanted to be out there with the boys.

When she turned eight, her father was slaughtered by a lone vampire. It might not have been so terrible, had Evie not been the one who found him. She'd wanted to go out on the hunt, but of course, was told that she was too young. So she sat there, cross-eyed and seething, as the boys prepared to leave with the older wolves.

And then she snuck out behind them.

Her scream upon finding her father sucked dry of blood alerted the others to the vampires presence. The vampire jumped her from behind; she still has the scar on her neck from his fangs. Fully intent on tearing out her throat, he sank is fangs into her neck, just as one of her brother wolves pounced from the trees. Truthfully, she almost didn't survive the attack, but while most of the wolves attacked the vampire, another few rushed her back to the healer.

Despite this, Evie didn't let fear win. She was determined to become the best, to make her father's death perhaps mean something. She threw herself into fighting and training, and became one of the better hunter's of the pack. She still never backs down from a challenge, and one day hopes to run a pack of her own. Maybe.
 

esthersilvers

«professional procrastinator»
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  • you can't defeat the demons you enjoy playing with...

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    lone wolf
    /*strength*/
    rebel
    /*defense*/
    carefree
    /*magic*/
    troublemaker
    /*resistance*/
    bold
    /*agility*/
    mischievous
    /*dexterity*/
    reckless
    /*luck*/
    we stopped looking

    for the monsters under our beds,

    once we realized they were inside us.

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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.


Dexter "D" Graves
Age: 236
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Vampire


Role: Enforcer

Appearance: Christopher Mason

Personality:
Dexter is all over the place. He can be flirty one minute, cold the next. Really, once you think you've figured him out-- he changes. He likes it that way. He likes to keep people on their toes, and he hates the thought of someone thinking they know him, because then they can use that against him. He is only loyal to his family, the ones that gave him a second chance at life. If you can call being a vampire any sort of life. He uses others to his advantage, and has no qualms about doing so. He's got a soft spot for people who life hasn't been kind to, though he refuses to admit it.

Background:
Something about Dexter's human life haunts him, but should you notice the look in his eyes and ask him about it, he would never admit to it. It's more of a feeling that he has, but he can't remember much of anything from before he was turned. Unfortunately, that is a process he remembers all too well. Call it cliche, but he met a woman-- the most beautiful he ever remembered seeing. He only knows she was beautiful because she was there when he awoke-- hungry, thirsty, with a craving like no other.

He was a murderer, she told him. A cold blooded killer with a heart of stone. And once she admitted what she'd done to him-- he killed her. Forced to figure out this vampire life practically alone, he lived his life as she'd wanted him to: as a killer. He feasted on blood and didn't care who he killed. But living that type of life comes with a price, and he almost paid it with his own life more than once.

When he found his current 'family', he accidentally almost outed the entire gang to humans. Once again, he found himself facing death, but one of the older vampires took pity on him. Why, he never knew, and he'd never asked why he was given a second chance. He just accepted it, and became the enforcer he is today.


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BASICS






Name: Juliette Gallagher
Nicknames: Jules
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species Werewolf
Role Innocent






APPEARANCE






Height: 5'7"
Weight: 121 lbs
Eye Color:Blue
Hair Color:Brunette






PERSONA





Likes: Watching the stars, books, the rain
Dislikes: Cold weather, being alone, the rivalry between vampires and werewolves
Strengths: Romantic, Loyal, Charming
Weaknesses: Naive, Clumsy, Emotional

Juliette is a calm and charming girl, she likes to get along with everyone and make everyone being happy, she thinks that everyone is good not caring where they came from or who they are. She would prefer the werewolves to get along with the vampires rather than having them fight with each other so often.
She thinks there's a way for the rivalry to come to an end even if everyone thinks that's just a dumb idea.
Julietter is not really interest in the gang, but she is there because is the closest she has to have a family she would rather prefer just living a peaceful life and find love rather than hurting someone without a reason.












BIOGRAPHY





All the memories that Juliette have always had involved the gang somehow, she can't remember a time where they weren't part of her life and they became the family that she never had, besides of her older brother, who was the one that took care of her since she didn't have record of who her parents were or if she even have got the chance to meet them at some point.
While her brother was involved with the gang Juliette just wanted to have a normal life, make friends, have fun, find love instead of risking her life riding a motorcycle. So sometimes she felt like an outcast for being the way she was and thought that no one really liked her except for her brother.
But it wasn't until she was 15 that she knew what really meant to be alone when she found out that her brother was murdered, she couldn't believe that the person that was supposed to protect her was gone, she felt insecure and lost not knowing what to do, she wanted to leave and forget the place that brought so many memories to her, but at the same time she was scared of being on her own.
So she decided to stay with the gang and somehow found the way to toughen up so she could survive with them, but still she was against the idea of violence and see people get hurt, so she kept those thougths to herself. Even if she wanted to seem like a strong girl she was still the same girl that just wanted everyone to be happy and for her to have a nice and simple life.











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taliaangeni

I'm open to falling from grace.

Name: Tyson Scott
Age: 102, looks 29
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Werewolf
Role: Vice President
Personality:
Likes: Bitches, Comic Books, Math and mechanics.
Dislikes: Vampires, rats, deep down his father.
Strengths: Will do what needs done, leadership, persistence.
Weaknesses: Too demanding of others, Gruff, obsessive.
Background: Tyson has never known anything other than club life. His parents were born wolves and dad loved to throw it in the face of bitten wolves. Dad's motto for the children is "born in the club, die in the club". Even his sister has a part in it. Mom isn't as soft or caring as many of the other bitches. Not only did Tyson get it from his dad but also his mom. As a kid, about seven or eight, his father would have him run small errands. Never having a clue, until he was older, that he was running drugs. His father's reasoning: a cop would never suspect a kid.

At eighteen, even Tyson had to prove himself to the club and to his pack. There was no special treatment. It took years for him to get the Vice-President patch. While his father is very much part of the club, he gives Tyson a lot of leeway. Though there are times father and son butt heads and it's not pleasant to be around.

Tyson is a ladies man, having slept with many of the sweetbutts. He can count the number of serious relationships he's had on one hand. It's two. He always ends up cheating on the female and they leave him. Other than the club and sweetbutts, his hobbies range from mechanics, mathematics, and collecting rare comic books.
 
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taliaangeni

I'm open to falling from grace.
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Name: Makalani "Kal"
Age: Old AF
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Vampire
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In 88 BC the Ptolemies were in control - as much control one could have while dethroning and having incestual relations. Soter, was a captive of war and became a chattel slave. He was a handsome man and because of that Pharaoh Ptolemy X Alexander gifted the man to his vizier. In this time some slaves were allowed personal property, wages and capable of handling transactions. Not true for chattel slaves. Soter was given food, a place to sleep and duties. Many duties. However one of the duties did not include seducing the vizier's daughter. In time it became noticeable Khepri was growing larger in the stomach area. The vizier hid his daughter away - claiming she had gone to visit family. In reality he was doing everything but torturing his teenage daughter for the person who had touched her. Learning the man's name, the vizier flew into a rage. Soter was whipped to death, his body thrown carelessly into an unmarked grave.

After giving birth Khepri was not allowed to see the child. It was handed off to an older slave woman from another house. The woman named it Makalani and she became his mother. While she was harsh, probably why the vizier chose her, Makalani was an angel in her eyes; her sole meaning of life. Thiti was a bonded slave. She had told herself into slavery at an young age in order to have shelter and food. Cook was her position and she relished it by lording over the other slaves. Makalani learned from a very young age that his life was not his. He was a slave because his mother was a slave.

Makalani grew into a very handsome man much like his unknown father. He courted a few females but made sure his master wouldn't catch him because it would have earned him a lashing and he'd had enough of those in his childhood. On his twenty-first birthday his master arranged a party. Slaves were dressed in fine clothes, some even donning jewelry and makeup to emphasize their features. This was not a normal party. Rich people were invited. One in particular had his eyes set on Makalani.

On the night of his birthday Makalani was bought by a very rich man named Orrin. The male made no contact with Makalani or any of the slaves he bought that night. They were carted to a boat and loaded into the slave quarters. On the water, a few of the slaves, including Makalani, experienced sea sickness. He was half positive the sickness would be his end. It took weeks for them to reach Greece, where his new master lived.

Upon entering the abode, the slaves were ushered into a locked room where other slaves resided. Many of the occupants lay on the floor, blood gushing from what looked like bites. The new slaves began to panic. Yelling and kicking at the door and stone walls made no impact. No one came to their rescue. Soon they found out why the others were bleeding. They too were bled by the monsters of the house. Makalani was disgusted at the actions of his master and what were his...family? The only one to touch him was the master, Orrin. Orrin forbid anyone from touching his egyptian prize. It wasn't long before Makalani was the only surviving slave from the party.

Makalani was with Orrin for a little more than a year when Orrin offered him eternal life. He wasn't sure what it meant. Wasn't sure why Orrin offered it to him.

And he bit him and life was grate.
 
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taliaangeni

I'm open to falling from grace.
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Name: Aleksa "Alek"
Age: Oldish
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Vampire
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crucially

ଘ 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋
Io Polaris
“sometimes we wear masks so long to hide what we truly feel that those layers become an extra skin, a part of our identity - r.H. sin"
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basic information:
name: io polaris. meaning moon and north star.
position: second-in-line. protector
species: vampire. as old as the stars
sexuality: romantic. doesn't have a preference

appearance: she appears young though the woman is much wiser than her appearance reflects as her eyes holds more than that of what one expects. embracing and a shadow that will shroud you in darkness for comfort than fear, her light will help guide you on the right path, maybe even home. though athletic and fit in build with long, slender legs, there seems to be a hint of fragility in the young woman's stature if one were to observe her long enough. she strides in the moment, one to take advantage of everything around her. her ocean blue eyes were once filled with aspirations, dreams, and hope and at certain times, still are. though tiredness seeps through those irises and it's unavoidable, even unattainable to catch her attention if and when she stares into space. when she smiles, an indention of her cheeks or even her chin can be shown and small little wrinkles underneath her eyes can be seen that showcases eternal joy and happiness. echoes of laughter as she leans her head back like a child can still be heard once in a blue moon. articulate and not one to mumble, her voice carries through any room she’s in, with a hint of raspiness and firmness whenever she has to lead others, but, there are many times her accent slips through.
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MadiRaiCat

Definitely a Wine Aunt

Katarina Volkov
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Nickname: Kat or Katy
Age: 101, turned at 26
Gender Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Werewolf
Role: Bartender at Roots
Face Claim: Sydney Sierota
Personality:
Katarina Volkov tends to have a bright, sassy personality. She loves to help others, and has a kind soul. But that doesn't stop her from fighting back or stubbornly standing up for what she believes in. She isn't the type of wolf to blindly follow orders and submit to every will and need of authority figures. In this case, Kat can be a bit of a troublemaker at times, impulsively acting on intuition. She is a bit cold and icy at times, especially when it comes to memories of her past before she joined the pack. Kat tends to bottle vulnerable feelings away, refusing to let anyone else see her weak.

She isn't quick to let down her emotional walls, especially with those she and her pack consider enemies. But, once she care's about someone or something, she would put her life on the line to protect it. Katarina is often found behind the bar, happily lending an attentive ear to anyone who wishes to vent over a drink or two. Most people feel comfortable talking to Kat, and appreciate her unbiased rationale on whatever they have to say. Having a last name that stems from the Russian word for "wolf," Kat embodies both an Australian sweetheart and a she-wolf through her alcohol tolerance, sharp tongue, and fighting instincts.

Likes: Nature, exploration, tattoos, whiskey, singing, playing guitar, drawing, riding her motorcycle, horror movies, shifting into her wolf form, running, MMA fighting
Dislikes: Coffee, small/tight places, airplanes, boats, and all other vehicles aside from her motorcycle, romantic comedies, thunderstorms
Relationships: Friends with Dimitri and Juliette
Biography:
Katarina was born in the beautiful city of Melbourne, Australia at the end of the first world war. Her father, Igor, had left for war before her mother, Evie, even knew she was pregnant. Unfortunately, the strong and intimidating Russian man had died on the battlefield, and never got the chance to meet his daughter. As the war ended, a new epidemic swept the nation, taking many lives with it. Though the country was in a time of revival, prosperity, and peace, Katarina continued to be unlucky. The Spanish Flu came and took her mother, leaving Katarina to grow up in an orphanage for most of her childhood. By the time Kat was ten years old, she was determined to leave the orphanage behind her. The children there were starved, overworked in daily chores to help fund the orphanage, and regular beaten if they did something wrong. More children died at the orphanage than were adopted, and Kat was not about to be another sacrifice. On her eleventh birthday, Katarina escaped the prison disguised as a charity and took to the streets of Melbourne. At first, Katarina had no idea how to survive. She ate out of trash cans and slept under bridges to survive. Eventually, however, Kat learned that she the only way she could survive was to steal. And so, the teenage girl became a thief.

For over a decade, Katarina practiced and mastered the art of thievery, honing her stealth, agility, and fighting skills. She became one of the most coveted thieves in the city, finding herself lost in the chaos of it all. Patrons would pay her to steal artifacts, incriminating evidence, money, and more all for a high reward. Katarina gained a luxury lifestyle she never expected to have, given the childhood she had survived. But, she let wealth and greed get to her head. When she was 26 years old, Katarina was approached in a bar by a mysterious stranger who seemed to know all about her. He suggested to her the largest reward she had ever been offered, simply for going to a hole-in-the-wall pub and stealing a deed from the safe in the manager's office. Something about the man put her off, but Kat couldn't turn down such a large sum of money for such a seemingly easy job. And so, Katarina agreed. Little did she know that the pub was simply a front for a dangerous wolf pack.

Katarina was successful in her endeavors of stealing the deed for the mysterious man, and he paid her handsomely before disappearing. At the time, Kat didn't realize that she had been tricked, painted as the scapegoat for the crime. The wolf pack was easy to find her and took pleasure in torturing her for information on the mysterious. But Katarina couldn't answer any of their questions. With one last wolfish bite to the site of her throat, the pack through her into an alley and left her to die. She had always been a fighter and, somehow lying in a pool of her own blood, fought through the injury and pain to be turned. At first, Katarina had no idea what she was. She spent years as a wolf, running alone and killing, losing pieces of her humanity bit by bit. Somehow, she was able to keep herself together, and escaped to California so the mysterious man nor the wolf pack could not find her. Stumbling upon the Hellhounds Club and the pack behind it, Kat took the offer to join to protect herself. She has been their loyal bartender ever since.
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"Mountains hide the wolf as night hides the thief."

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nymphadora.

𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮.

natalia vale.
count my cards, watch them fall blood on a marble wall i like the way they all scream. tell me which one is worse, living or dying first?
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name
natalia arabella vale.
nickname
talia, nat, the devil, etc.
age
unknown (153-ish).
d.o.b
march sixteenth.
p.o.b
siberia, russia.
role
vice (vampire).
gender
cis female.
orientation
bicurious (leans either way).

personality
no one can really tell what natalia is thinking in her complex mind. the female can range from being graceful and elegant to ruthless and murderous in a spilt of a second. while she acts level-headed and strategic during meetings, planning and others alike, natalia is never afraid to get her sharp nails dirty and dripping with crimson blood. there's an eerie calmness that floats around natalia, her unpredictability about how she chooses who lives or who dies drives fear in others. those who manage to get past the dark and cold exterior natalia has built around herself, the ones she keep close understand that natalia has suffered and lost in order to be where she is.

natalia is loyal to those she deems worthy of being loyal to. she can be a romantic at heart, and even affectionate if someone manages to win her very fragile heart. natalia often prefers the freedom of one night stands than committed relationships. the female doesn't understand why she can't stay in a solid relationship, maybe it's from the constant running away, or even the fear of being vulnerable to someone who could hurt her. whatever it is, natalia's spirit is not easiest thing to tie down.

likes
bubble baths, blood, negotiations, champagne.
dislikes
dogs, arrogance, unnecessary messes, babies.

playlist
natalia.

history
natalia was born on the cold streets of siberia, russia in a crumbling barn not far from the city of novosibirisk. born out of a love affair between a measly mundane girl and high class vampire from england, natalia’s first breathe was her mother’s last. infatuated with the human, natalia’s father didn’t give a second thought about his child as he cradled her lifeless body in his arm, salty tears dripping onto her pale cheeks, while natalia screamed for her mother, wrapped in nothing but thin clothes to keep her skin from touching the cold. after losing another lover, natalia’s father abandoned her at the barn - stupidly believing that she was nothing but human blood and flesh. for days, natalia cried in the snowy barn until a lone vampire found her. the vampire, viktor, treated natalia like his own child, caring for her vampiric needs that bloomed after natalia’s tenth birthday and taught her to be the best.

natalia adored viktor, the two were extremely close and once natalia grew up, they were often mistaken as a couple. both constantly changed their identities as they travelled the world, exploring different cultures and living extravagant lives that humans only dreamed of. during the change from the 20th to the 21th, viktor and natalia were living a life in new york as jazz duo. while viktor played the ivory keys of the piano, natalia sang sad love ballads and upbeat songs covering the tragic lyrics that went with the melody. life was perfect, as soon as time was up, natalia would change her identity yet again and they would run away to another lavish apartment.

however, viktor never left new york with natalia. on the way home, viktor was brutally murder in front of natalia's dark eyes by a werewolf drunk and high on rage. from then on, she changed after the death of the one person who cared about natalia. she became cold, stoic and the smell of werewolves made her sick to the stomach. natalia began to live a life of jumping, never staying in the same place twice after spending two weeks -- a month at best -- with someone before she would break it off and told them to find someone better. she declined rushed proposals and tried to find the feeling of being high or drunk.

nothing could fix what was left of the broken girl that was natalia. anger and the murderous will kept her going as she found herself delving into business. natalia moved to san diego alongside other vampires. while the others may have had different intentions, natalia wanted to find a place to find peace, or to spill blood, whatever was easier to achieve.
 
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𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮.

puck wright.
i go crazy 'cause here isn't where i wanna be and satisfaction feels like a distant memory, and i can't help myself
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jacob puck wright.
nickname
only goes by puck. some call him pup for acting like, well, a pup.
age
twenty two.
d.o.b
april fifteenth.
p.o.b
madrid, spain.
role
dumbass member/mechanic (werewolf).
gender
cis male.
orientation
heterosexual.

personality
puck, to say the least, is a big dumb ass. not in the stupid way, his intelligence levels are fine, but more in the reckless 'punch a wall because there's no pop-tarts left over' kind of dumb ass. puck struggles to explain what he's feeling to others and would rather beat something up instead. you can tell when he has been angry by the ugly green color that covers his knuckles. the male is an introvert at best, but loyal to the very end. while other members of the gang are flirty, puck can be oblivious to signs of affection or romance. it's best to leave puck to fixing and toying with mechanical parts than upset him or try to flirt with him, it might not end well if you try.

likes
storms, gory movies, tattoos, pop tarts.
dislikes
cats, summer heat, lime in water, carrots.
playlist
puck.

history
puck has very blurry memories of his parents and his childhood in madrid. his grandmother often told him stories about puck's parents, how deeply in love they were with each other. puck's mother was a woman who had moved from italy to madrid with only a few hundred dollars and a set of paints under her name. his father -- a werewolf -- was a lover of science, maths and the italian artist who had complimented his dark eyes. the stories puck's grandmother often told was enough for puck to believe how infatuated his parents were with each other, and yet the anger of being left behind still churned in his stomach. after the birth of their child, the rumour of a werewolf and a human relationship spread like wildfire. it was a forbidden romance, a tragedy that was written in the stars and in the warm blood that dripped on the hardwood floor.

if it wasn't for a family friend that saw the commotion in the tiny apartment, puck wouldn't have lived past the young age of two. the baby was taken to america, more specifically las vegas, where puck's grandparents resided. in the dark night, puck was left on the door step with a tiny yellow note tucked neatly in the warm blanket that covered the baby. 'jacob puck wright, your grandson.'

puck's childhood was normal like any other kid that lived on his street. his grandparents were very aware of their son's condition and only prayed that puck inherited his mother's dna. however their prayers were never answered once puck was screaming in his room, on a full moon, at the age of twelve. his grandparents pulled puck out of school and decided it was best to keep him at home, train him as mechanic and try their hardest to help puck through his new state. while puck was appreciative his grandparents help, he dreaded the night he had to chain himself up and lock himself in his room just to protect the two he loved.

the teen found comfort in being helpful around his grandfather's garage. puck was handy with his hands and was useful as a mechanic. at the age of sixteen, puck's grandfather passed away in his sleep. the funeral was short and bittersweet, with only puck and his grandmother attending. two years later, his grandmother reunited with her husband after dying from a broken heart and a terrible smoking addiction. with nothing left for him in vegas, puck took his grandfather's motorcycle and rode all the way to san diego.

puck had no intention on driving all the way to san diego, but a new start wasn't a bad idea. at the age of nineteen, puck settled into the hellhounds club and quickly became a member. the club taught him how to control the monster that hid inside of him, members of the club became like parental figures for puck, and for once in his life, he found a place where he belonged. while puck doesn't agree with the rivalry with the vampires, puck is more than happy to spend his days fixing bikes and sipping on cold drinks.
 

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Definitely a Wine Aunt

Leonardo Beaumont
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Nickname: Leo
Age: 253, turned at 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Vampire
Role: Apathetic Smoker, Member
Face Claim: Matthew Daddario
Personality:
When it comes to this ridiculous feud between vampires and werewolves, Leonardo Beaumont really just doesn't care. He doesn't completely understand the whole territory feud to begin with, and would rather everyone just live together in peace. Sure, the werewolves tend to smell bad and have tempers, but vampires drink blood. Everyone has flaws. Leo is quite laid-back and enjoys being around other people regardless of what species they are. He likes to introduce himself to new people and make friends, generally living his life as though it was one big vacation.

Leo is the type of person who is pragmatic, realistic, and loves to live in the moment. He can live forever, so why waste time worrying about the past or the future? Gaining a bunch of charisma and charm from his time as a noble, one would never describe him as mean or malicious. Leonardo is an open book who wears his heart on his sleeve and really has no filter of any sort. He speaks his mind without care for the consequences. What's the worst that could happen?

Likes: Smoking, drinking, adventure, any activity considered extreme or dangerous, photography, reading, blood cocktails, learning new languages
Dislikes: Pessimism, worrying, stress, arguing, planning, watching TV or movies, alcohol that is too sweet, dancing, being alone
Relationships: Open
Biography:
Leonardo was born a few decades before the fall of feudalism in Champagne, France to Lord Jacques and Lady Cateline Beaumont. As a child of nobility, Leo did not have perform manual labor and instead was promised the inheritance of his father's tariff. While Leonardo was raised wealthy with servants to wait on him hand and foot, he never became accustomed to that lifestyle. Leo would rather be out running around, helping others, and learning than stay inside listening to his father drone about business and lordship.

As he grew older, Leonardo became very well educated, particularly excelling in learning new languages. By the time he was sixteen years of age, Leo had already mastered French, English, German, Dutch, Greek, and Italian. His desire to know and befriend people from all walks of life fueled this passion. Everyone under his father's rule generally liked Leo, his care-free spirit adding to his charm.

Unfortunately, Leonardo was the exact opposite of his father in terms of personality. Lord Beaumont was an incredibly cruel man. He refused to let his people leave the land, even in the case of an emergency. Jacques worked his people to the pinnacle of exhaustion, and required an enormous amount of goods from the people as a tax for farming his land. For these reasons, the people of Beaumont's parcel absolutely despised the man and wished for his death.

By the time Leo had turned eighteen, he had met a lovely woman from a different county in France. His favorite feature of her's was her eyes, so strikingly blue that Leo felt lost at sea every time he looked into them. They became lovers, and Leo was intent on marrying her and making her the lady of the Beaumont's land one day. She, however, refused to marry him, telling Leo that she was no good as a lady because she could not bear him any heirs. Leo did not care about any of that, but he couldn't change her mind.

Soon thereafter, the French Revolution broke out into full force. During the Reign of Terror, the Beaumonts were far from safe. Though Leo was generally liked by the people of his father's lordship, he was still the heir to a lord. This made Leo as well as his parents enemies of the revolution. It didn't take long for the rebels to capture the Beaumonts and order them to be killed at the guillotine. Leo's lover was distraught by the thought of her lover's death, and thus decided to reveal to him her biggest secret. Sneaking into the holding quarters one dark night, she slipped into Leo's cell and sunk her fangs into his neck.

The following morning when Leo had realized what she had done, he was absolutely terrified and thus tried his best to escape. With heightened speed and strength, Leonardo broke from his confinement just in time to watch his parents be murdered at the guillotine. Any more time wasted, and he would have been next. Still terrified of the woman and his newfound abilities, Leo escaped France for America and spent many years learning to control his abilities and build a new life for himself. Once Leo found the brotherhood of the vampire motorcycle gang in Macon County, he felt a sense of belonging. Though he disagrees with the feud between vampires and werewolves, Leo's personality does not allow him to be alone, and so he stuck around.
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The Duck Overlord



Cana Lowell
BasicsFull Name: Cana Lilith Lowell
Nickname: Smartass, NaNa, Lil
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual (somewhat Bi)
Species: Werewolf
Role: Troublemaker
Face Claim: Teresa Oman
AppearanceHair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 132 lbs
Tattoos/Markings: N/A (or at least, she doesn't tell anyone)
PersonalityPersonality:
Maybe the guys have to show the females respect, but Cana thinks that's a bunch of bullshit.

Cana is incredibly bitter about her place in werewolf society, especially the "bitch" part that's constantly thrown her way when she's lounging in the bar. In her own words, she "ain't no one's bitch," and she'd rather it stay that way. Many a male have tried to have her warm up to them, but she will have none of it. She's convinced that every male werewolf is the same, and they all only show the females respect because otherwise they'd all be gone.

In general, Cana loves the idea of being a wolf, a creature of the wild. When in wolf form, she's a completely different... er... wolf. Running through the woods, shaking out her fur, and prancing through meadows are just some of the things her fellow werewolves have caught her doing. She always manages to brush it off, however, as nothing more than wolf instinct. However, she truly adores nature, and she wishes she could spend all her time in it.

Perhaps to challenge her place as "nothing more than a bitch," Cana is always causing trouble. Whether it's flirting with that guy over there the werewolves don't like or purposely kissing a vampire (not that she's done that... yet), she will do anything to show that she has a personality, and that she will not sit around patiently waiting for the boys.

If the others didn't know her better, they'd say she wanted to be one of the boys.
Likes: Running, The Woods, Being a Wolf, Causing Trouble
Dislikes: Being Called "Bitch," Most of the Other Werewolves, Alcohol, Her Temper
HistoryHistory:
From what it sounded like from the rest of the gang, some total jackass turned Cana into a werewolf.

She was not born one. No, instead, one of the crazier members of the Macon County motorcycle gang decided it would be tons of "fun" to turn some random kid into one of them.

That kid was Cana.

Maybe it was because she was already an orphan, or maybe it was because her name had a strikingly "werewolfish" ring to it, but the guy chose Cana and bit her. She screamed and tried to get away, but the shock of it all caused her to pass out. When she came to, she was in a bar, or at least that's what it looked like. Considering she was only about seven years old, it wasn't like she could exactly pinpoint that type of thing yet. Surrounded by a bunch of older girls and women, she curled in on herself and glared at them. Then the leader of women told her that she'd been turned into a werewolf, and that from now on, she would be one of them.

Cana thought, Okay, well. Now I have a home!

She came to hate this "home." As she soon found out, the female werewolves were considered more as "bitches," more meant as girlfriends or one night stands than as actual people. Er, werewolves. Cana hated this restriction. What if she wanted to ride a motorcycle? What if she wanted to participate in a fight? It annoyed her to no end, all the flirting she had to endure. She couldn't count the amount of times she punched another werewolf in the face because he'd given her a look. Her teenage years were full of scolding and punishment via cleaning the restrooms. But that was fine. She wasn't being forced to do anything she didn't particularly wanted to do, and that was her one fear.

Though she hated the punishments that came with it, Cana purposely caused trouble. If there was anything she didn't want, she didn't want to be forced to be with a man she didn't like. At all. And considering her only options are the guys who called the Original Jackass friend... Well. She's unlikely to rid herself of this fear anytime soon.
Theme Song: "Young" by Parachute
Coding by @AnimeGenork
 
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name
valentine wallace
age
21
gender
trans male
sexuality
gay
species
werewolf
role
member, periodic tail gunner

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personality
valentine considers himself "soft-hearted", which wouldn't be entirely inaccurate. known as 'val' to his friends, he's a gentle soul with a love of animals. which isn't to say he's weak, though he does have a hard time saying 'no' to or arguing with people. he's capable of taking a fair beating and tolerates insults like a champ. he's not easily emotionally wounded, to get to him you'd have to dig deep. he doesn't understand the territory feud, but would rather not get in the way of his werewolf brothers and sisters. he doesn't enjoy his life as a werewolf and generally avoids the public during full moons when he can. he tends to act tough around his crew, not wanting to fall behind the others for being too much of a gummy bear. it's pretty obvious that he's faking it, though. val practically melts into a puddle of goo whenever he sees a puppy and gets nervous around blood. he's definitely not stupid, though. he knows a fair amount and, in particular, can repair a motorcycle on the fly, a skill he takes pride in. he also enjoys reading, and is relatively athletic. he's very easy to get along with, so long as you're nice and decent. he can be a real sweetheart, but don't mistake that kindness for a lack of assertiveness -- he's willing to defend his friends to the death, and hardly cares about his own safety in comparison.

likes
dogs
sweet food
rap and rock music
scented candles
dislikes
hot weather
bugs
people calling him a pup. he's 21!
public showers
relationships
none yet

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valentine
playlist
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title
artist
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garden shed
tyler the creator
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cute thing
car seat headrest
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my chinchilla
cub
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my bird performs
xtc
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you're so cool
nicole dollanganger
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re-hash
gorillaz
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history
val was adopted by a mother and father. christened esther wallace, val was raised by two "kind" christian parents who figured raising a werewolf child would be simple enough. he was kept inside for the bulk of his life, homeschooled and kept to himself. during his transformations he'd be locked in his room until it passed, usually causing massive amounts of destruction in his wake. during his childhood he had a lot of time for self-reflection, as he was almost constantly alone. as val got older, he became more threatening and dangerous. his mother and father hung a silver rosary around his neck, which left a cross-shaped burn scar in his chest, to keep him at bay. he was ashamed of himself, and didn't feel comfortable in his own skin. he shed his christian throat shackle and barreled through his window on a full moon at age 16, running away from his home. he traveled the country for a long time. discovered he identified as male, bought a chest binder, ate mcdonald's for the first time, met people and did things he'd never imagined, saw a dog for the first time, and finally appeared at roots -- a bar fully populated by people just like him. not trans men, but werewolves. with a bit of chin scruff developing, he managed to pass as a cisgender man in this very gender-oriented hierarchy. despite being a big softie, he managed to prove his nerves and become a part of the hellhounds. nobody knows he's trans.


 

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