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Anyone can reply. Taking applicants now. Post skellies please. Supernatural rp.
Name: Jace Alec March.
Species: vampyre/wolf (Hybrid)
Looks: Shaggy dirty blond hair that he likes to dye. Almost six foot. Muscular but lean like a runner's body. Deep seaweed green eyes. Thick lashes.
Personality: Jace tries to make everyone happy. When he can't he "gives up". Acts like he doesn't care when deep down he really cares a lot and just wants to find love.
p.s. life story for him will develop over time.
((So I've never done a romance before but I'm willing to try it.))
Okay just put your skellie up. It isn't all romance. That's just the general idea.
Name: Tom Winchester
Looks: Light brown hair that is sun bleached and unkempt. He is on the short side, but very fit and toned. His skin is naturally pale, but tanned and sunburnt. He has energetic and hungry blue eyes that turn yellow when he is transforming or otherwise feeling aggressive.
Personality: Tom is fun loving and energetic. He doesn't take life too seriously and is easily distracted. There is never a dull moment with Tom. He is charming, but the effect is ruined with his aggression and inability to relate with others. Tom is wired a little differently then most, but nothing means more to him then loyalty.
Okay. This will work. Ummm I have to go right now. But I'll be back on later. You can start if you want. If not then I'll reply a starter later.
Also I don't do oneliners. I like detail when I roleplay.
Me too, I hate one liners, it makes it so hard for the story to progress. I'll make the first post in a bit.
Tom burst from the undergrowth in a flurry of fur and teeth. He pounced on the deer and clamped his jaws down on their throat. There was nothing better then his wolf form, he never felt as normal in his human skin as he did in his wolf skin. The deer lay dead on the forest floor, and Tom started to gorge himself, until another sound and a new smell distracted him. Tom gave a final glance to his half eaten meal and bounded off into the trees again.
The greatest thing about being half vampyre was the speed. Or at least in Jace's opinion. He loved the feeling of the wing stinging his face and the thought of his body moving so fast it was like light. He preferred running in his human form because being a wolf connected him with the rest of his pack if they were also wolves. That usually happened because someone was always on patrol to protect the cities.
Today Jace needed a run. He'd gotten into a spat with his younger brother while taking him to soccer practice. The nineteen year old hybrid hadn't fed in a while. So he was running in and out of the trees of the forest trying to pick up the scent of lunch. Something odd crossed his senses though and he stopped short. Another wolf and one that was not in his pack.
"Hey! I know you're out there!" he called his deep green eyes darting around for any movement of the other creature.
It was a strange scent, a little wild like a wolf, but there was something else there. Tom stalked the strange creature through the trees, curious. They looked like a human, but they weren't a human. The boy called out, scanning the foliage for movement and Tom was silent for a moment, before he made up his mind. Tom slipped out of the undergrowth and padded over to the boy, sitting down in front of him. He extended his muzzle to sniff him and pulled back slowly. They didn't run from him, so he knew they were supernatural like him. Curiosity getting the best of him, Tom shifted back into his human form and peered up at the stranger. "You smell like night and wilderness." He observed.
Jace waited for the beast to come out. He tried to detect the smell and determine where this wolf had come from exactly. He didn't understand why he had never run across this scent before. With eyes still darting around Jace saw the lone wolf, that he knew of, trot out to him. He stood very still. Not from fear but from curiousity of his own. He let this stranger sniff him not knowing what to expect. When the shift happened Jace blinked, surprised by the male's size. He was smaller than him. "I've been running. So I suppose that I do." Jace spoke with a strong confident voice that was thick from Boston roots. He let his fangs show not caring if this stranger saw. He was in fact "mythical" like Jace. "You smell of a different kind. Where is your pack? Or are you lone?"
"Different kind? Look who's talkin." Tom said with a grin. He stood up and stared at the stranger, trying to determine if he was a threat or not. Green eyes met his own, and Tom smiled again. It had been a long time since Tom had interacted with anything vaguely human, and his social skills were a bit rusty. He was admittedly standing a little too close, so Tom backed up a few steps. Tom was weary to reveal that he was alone, wolves didn't respond well to strangers. But then this man wasn't entirely a wolf was he? "I'm a drifter." Tom explained. "Get bored real easily. How bout you, what brings you all the way out here?" Maybe there were more of these creatures, maybe they were friendly. Maybe they wanted his head on a stick.
"I just meant you don't smell like you belong to anyone." Jace explained. He was right too. When the other male said he was a drifter that was just another word for lone wolf. "I belong to a pack. We protect his city as well as the surrounding ones." he told the stranger. "I was just out here running. Blowing off some steam. Looking for some dinner." Jace flashed his impressive fangs that belonged to a vampyre. "I assume you were out here for something similar?" Jace's question was retorical as he saw the blood smeared on the other boy.
Tom's head listed to the side slightly in confusion. Did he hear him right? Protect the city? That was an entirely non wolf behavior. Wolves looked out for their own. When the boy gave Tom a glance of his vampire fangs, he stepped back in alarm. "You're a hybrid." He said, more to himself then the other. Tom didn't think hybrids existed, and from experience he knew vampires weren't the friendliest folk, but this guy seemed nice enough. "Uh... " Tom didn't really know what to say. "I left a kill beyond those trees. A buck. Want some?" He settled on what he hoped was the universally sign of peace, offering to share his meal.
Jace was well aware of the ancient beliefs on how wolves and vampires were. It amused the hybrid to an extent. "I mean you no harm unless you mean the cities harm, drifter." Jace told the other male. "And I'm sure you're thinking of vampire. Well let me tell you I am a different breed entirely of night walkers. I am half vampyre. With a 'y'." he informed this boy. "There are significant differences which we can discuss if you'd like. But right now I am burning with thirst so I thank you kindly." Jace moved behind the trees to drain most of the buck the other had killed. Once satisfied he stood up with no sign he had anything to do with such an act. No blood anywhere on his person. "Now then. Name's Jace March. What does thee call himself?" Sometimes Jace talked with an older language. That was because he wasn't actually nineteen. That was just the age he'd stopped growing at.
Tom watched wearily as the vampire, no, vampyre, went over to the buck and sucked the remaining blood out, in a manner Tom could only describe as dignified, as far as eating a slaughtered deer off the forest floor went. "Tom Winchester." He said. "And you ain't no vampyre, buddy. You're a hybrid. Is that what they call you? Hybrids?" This was so far turning out to be a strange day. A very strange day. Tom didn't even know how to proceed. "Do you have a wolf form?" He asked Jace. He couldn't imagine being without his wolf, he would sooner die. He didn't even understand how humans could stand being human. Frankly, Tom could even do without his human form. He felt all weak and gangly.
"Yes hyrbid..." Some sort of sadness crossed Jace's expression but he quickly composed himself. "Half vampyre. Half wolf." Jace sighed. Not in an annoyed way but more in the way of depression. The hybrid stepped back and in two seconds flat shifted into a giant sandy blond wolf. His eyes were the same color. His fur looked soft and inviting. It was the color of dry sand with hints of white everywhere. The wolf known as Jace bowed his head closing his eyes as if saying Tom could pet him if he wished.
Tom grinned as Jace shifted. He was a large wolf, with golden fur and eyes. As Jace's body language became more unguarded, Tom shifted himself. His own wolf form was sleek and lithe, the same burnt caramel color as his hair with glowing yellow eyes. Tom padded forward and licked Jace's muzzle. He gave a quick, sharp nip to Jace's neck and spun around, taking off running. Tom had a big, goofy grin on his face, tongue lolling around as he looked back at Jace with energetic eyes. He loved running, he loved playing, so of course he loved playing chase.
Jace's eyes were closed so he didn't see Tom coming to lick and nip him. He did sense his change though. Tom's spontaneous actions had caught Jace off guard. He surprisingly enjoyed it though. Letting out a loud wolfy bark that was meant to be a laugh Jace took off running after Tom. Being a hybrid Jace was naturally faster and stronger than Tom. So it didn't take much for him to catch up. The sandy and white wolf tackled Tom to the ground with his own goofy grin. 'You're it.' Jace thought to Tom and sped off ahead ready to enjoy a game of tag. Jace wondered if Tom could hear him since they weren't part of the same pack. He sure hoped so for it would make everything easier.
Tom bolted through the trees like a tawny bullet with his ears flat against his head. He had barely made it half a mile before Jace caught up to him, and tackled him to the ground. Tom squirmed under his weight, breath caught in his throat as he came up close to Jace's fangs. He probably would never get used to vampires, his instinct screamed against it. He didn't like that they were bigger and meaner then most wolves. Fighting his own kind to prevent them from ripping him to pieces was enough. Tom heard Jace and it startled him at first. The only other wolf he could communicate with was his mother. As Jace sped away, Tom hopped back to his feet and took off after him. Jace was fast, but Tom refused to be beat. He changed course slightly and started to climb a rocky hill. Tom leapt down the other side, and Jace was in front of him, but he just needed a little more of a push. Using the gravity from his descent, he lunged at the trunk of a pine tree, landing feet first and launching himself at Jace. The impact left Jace dazed. He rolled off of Jace and shook his head.