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Sample Application (Faith Lehane)
Sample Application (Iroh)
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Sample Application (Vera de Barr)
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Sample Application (Abel Nightroad/Mayfield RPG)
Sample Application (Bolin/Discedo)
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A werewolf by birth, Derek is now the Alpha of his pack. His nature as such a creature grants him inhuman abilities and ( supposedly ) causes him to suffer from certain psychological effects such as aggression and borderline homicidal behavior, animalistic mannerisms like growling or snarling, and aversion to trust or authority figures. He also exhibits minor, unusual traits like causing a bright lense flare around the eyes when caught on film. The above are only minor in comparison to the more large scale and prominent things such as: Sample Entry:
sample one | exit void
sample two | exit void
Sample Entry Two:
sample one | musebox
He felt vulnerable - strangely violated - in the once familiar woods. The memory of a day when he was standing in this very spot, snapping about private property and throwing an inhaler at a young, inexperienced werewolf was still fresh in his mind, as if it had happened yesterday. But those days were gone, he knew, and with it the air of familiarity and comfort these woods had brought him. Now they were something entirely different, something he knew would never be the same after they trampled all over it.
The smell of sweat and steel in the distance only confirmed Derek’s thoughts and he found himself stuffing his hands deeper into his pockets in a moment of disapproval. He could hear everything as they moved - their low murmurs laced with observations, the crunch of dry leaves under their careful feet, and the way one of them was anxiously but slowly switching their selector switch from safe to semi. It was a bigger group than he was used to dealing with but he told himself it wouldn’t make a difference, not anymore. They had declared war already and this would be the first of many battles they’d face against one another - all of which, Derek had told the young werewolves sprinkled carefully behind him, nestled in their hiding spots, they would win.
He rolled his shoulders back slightly with the thought, lifting his head a bit higher as his eyebrows drew closer together thoughtfully. Every sound and smell was closer now and just barely, the pale eyes could see the flicker of lights through the trees in the distance - clear enough that the minimal light provided him a glimpse of what their arsenal held. Crossbows, shotguns, purple tipped ammunition he was more than acquainted with after his encounter with Kate Argent. The sight, the name, both brought a coil of anger to his muscles and stirred a low growl in his throat. He knew they wanted revenge for her and Victoria on top of whatever twisted motive hunters already had, but none of it mattered to Derek, to his pack - the closest thing to family he has left.
“Training is over,” he murmured quietly, letting out a slow breath. Behind him, he could hear the way his companions shifted just the slightest, made the smallest of noises to indicate they’d heard him as if he were speaking loudly and right beside them. “There’s no getting back up when they throw you to the ground,” he continued, voice still low and strangely calm despite how carefully he was fighting to keep his heart rate under control with the anger that was building the closer and closer the Argents became. “Hold nothing back,” his fingers curled with a sharp crack in his pocket at the thought, “use everything we have to your advantage.”
His eyes closed slowly with the thought and he felt himself reaching for his own arsenal - for the built up rage and disgust he’d stored away for this moment. He could feel the way his fingers flexed, ready for a fight, and had to tell himself to keep his eyes closed a moment longer; he needed these seconds, needed the reminder of everything he was about to fight for and why. His silence brought the presence of the four bodies behind him in to rich clarity - everything from the sound of Boyd’s back brushing the bark of the tree he was pressed against to the smallest brush of fabric as Isaac and Erica shifted around one another, preparing for the moment when they’d spring, attack as one. He could even hear Scott, the way he whispered someone’s name so quietly he would have missed it if he hadn’t been listening for it.
This was who he was fighting for, he reminded himself as his eyes slipped open, focusing effortlessly on the bodies that were drawing closer still. He had lost one family to these people and he told himself for what had to be the thousandth time that night that he wouldn’t let it happen to another. When they finally broke through the treeline, their flashlights casting wicked shadows across his unmoving body, he curled his fingers tightly one final time before relaxing them and slipping them out of his pockets.
“I gotta tell you, Chris,” he called in greeting to one of the hunter’s, “for a big bad veteran werewolf hunter, you’re mighty predictable.” He tipped his head carefully from one side to the other with a resounding pop before straightening his neck - the pale eyes brightening to a glowing crimson.
-> ACCEPTED
-> NOTE
Thank you.