Jess is an average 17-year-old girl. At least at first glimpse. In truth, she comes from a long line of hunters. Werewolf hunters. For her seventeenth birthday, her parents dumped her off with her aunt in a town that was on the edge of the one forest with the most werewolf inhabitants. For the entire year, she not only has to keep up with getting ready to graduate highschool, but she also has to kill 24 werewolves, all of which are assigned specifically, one at a time, by her aunt.
At first things seem easy, but that's until HE shows up. He's a werewolf, like any of the others. But Jess' aunt forbids her to even get near him. Something makes him different. More dangerous. He follows her everywhere, but he never comes close. When he does come close, she is in for a surprise.
Now then, this is dedicated as in I want you on daily. I want someone who's okay with mature content, that includes language and se.xual reference, and depending on whether or not this turns into a romance, se.x scenes. Whether this is a romance of not is your choice. You will be playing the girl.
May I join?
Sure. Do you want this to be a romance or no or just see how it goes?
lets just see where it takes us. Contrary to role play lore, relationships don't happen over night lol.
Just a note on the girl. She needs to be the kind who can take good care of herself and doesn't like help. Sine it runs in her family, she's naturally stronger and more agile, and she has weapons. Things are actually in her favor with the werewolves. She's also, usually, going to listen to instruction and everything. But then she would break the rules occasionally break the rules when she thinks she's going to be able to handle it.
On the note of the werewolves, all the ones she's hunting, when shifted, are the kind that are partly human. All werewolves shift every night that the moon is exposed. If they saw the moon, they'd shift. On the full moon, they don't even have to see it to shift. The kind she hunts only shift at night.
But this other guy is different. He looks exactly like a wolf, but a lot bigger. He can shift whenever he wants, and somewhat control whether or not he shifts at night. Sometimes, connected to his emotions, he gets wolf-like features.
Name: Jessie O'Reilly Appearance: Jess is average height for her age and lean. She is very athletic, due to her ancestry and physical training. Jess is long limbed and rather graceful. When she fights she uses a mixture of kick boxing and martial arts. Jess is soft featured and pale skinned with freckled cheeks and nose. Her hair is long and thick, a dark golden blonde in color. Her eyes are widely set and slightly tilted, a warm hazel on color. Personality: Jess is feisty and cut throat. She is not afraid of anything, or at least puts on a tough front. Deep down she is empathetic and caring and that annoys her because she was born to be a killer. Jess is tough, she can hold herself very well and she knows it. This leads her to be somewhat of a loner.
Sorry bout the format. I'm on my phone.
Name: Nathaniel Williams.
Appearance: Nathan stands tall at 6'3", and is quite strongly build and muscular with broad shoulders. He's powerful, but holds a grace about him when he chooses. He has a dark aura about him, and can be very threatening most the time. But very occasionally, he can soften. His eyes can go from being a cold near-black dark brown to a soft, attractive chocolate color. His hair is messy and black, hanging in his eyes most the time. His skin is a warm tan.
(I love the character by the way. I think she fits perfectly for this.)
So do you want to write the first post or do you want me to?
You can start, since the focus for the moment would be on your character. I'll be playing her aunt for the time being.
Jess unlocked the door to her aunt's house and threw her schoolbag on the table, then she tossed a bloody knife into the sink to be cleaned. She was just too dam.n tired at the moment. Apparently the wolves were onto her now. She was attacked in the woods on her way home from school, and just as she thought the chaos was starting to die down. Jess scrubbed the blood off her hands with a blank expression, eyes dull with exhaustion. "I'm home." She called down the hall as she poured herself a glass of water and collapsed on the couch, kicking off her boots. SHe just wanted to have dinner, a hot shower, and then go to bed.
Aunt Rose came through, seeing the evidence and sighing. "Jess, I thought we told you not to go killing during the day." She came in front of her niece, crossing her arms. "If someone sees you, it'll look, to them, like you're killing a human. The last thing this family needs is to have another event like in 93. You should be more careful Jess."
Jess scowled and propped her feet up on the coffee table as she downed her glass of water. "They attacked me, Rose. What was I supposed to do? Bend over and let those mangy mutts rip me to pieces?" Jess shook her head. "It's easy to tell me to be more careful." She says bitterly. "I feel disgusting, I'm gonna go take a shower." Jess says, standing up.
Rose stepped in her way. "Jess, if you'd just keep friends around you and keep out of the forest like I told you to start with, this wouldn't be a problem! And what happened to wearing a hunter's mask?!" Sure, some didn't use the mask because it did restrict the senses a little, but it keps the wolves from seeing their identity, and that was the point. To keep them from knowing. Hunters already had a near untrackable scent, unless the wolf got in a bite on her. Hunters were immune to bites, except when they chose not to be, or if they were bitten in their sleep.
Jess side stepped her aunt, anger building. "The mask makes it hard kill things, and I don't have any friends." Jess said. "What does it matter anyway? I'm fine, and those dogs got what was coming. You have no idea the sh.it I've had to go through today. I can't be a hunter and a prissy teenage girl. I'm taking care of it, I never asked for this hand of cards, but I'm making do. And I don't need anyone to condescend me. Do you know what it's like to have your knife cut through flesh? Feel blood on your skin that isn't your own?" Jess's face was steadily turning red. That always happened when she got angry. "I can't even... Goodnight." She says, storming up the stairs.
Rose grit her teeth, silent for a moment. Then up the stairs, she called. "Yes! I do know what it's like!" She had been a hunter, however briefly. Something had happened, and she lost her inherrited power, due to an injury. She hadn't even finished her training at seventeen. She sighed and went ot clean the knife. Cleaning up the house in general. She glimpsed out the kitchen window and tensed, looking again. She could have sworn she saw something. A wolf. A very big wolf. But there was nothing there now. She decided she was just being paranoid, and went back to her work.
Nathan watched the girl's window, having shifted back to his human form and ducked behind a tree when Rose had seen him. He sighed, deciding that was it. She wasn't going hunting that night. No reason to stick around. He left.
Jess's eyes were glowing with anger and frustration. She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, peering at the thin cut along her forehead. It wasn't bad, thankfully. Jess stripped off her dirty clothes and stepped into the shower, unable to shake the feeling of danger and adrenalin she got when she was on a hunt. It was like something was watching her. Jess shook off the feeling and scrubbed her skin until it was pink before she got out of the shower and went back to her room. Jess collapsed on her bed and stared out the window at the night sky. She didn't even know what she was doing anymore. What was the point? Of going to school and trying to pretend that she was something she wasn't. Jess was sick of having to explain herself and keep everything a secret. She just wanted to kill monsters, her calling, her birthright.
It was a few nights after that, Nathan watching her for another night of hunting. But Rose wasn't letting Jess hunt due to the timing of the full moon. She wanted the young hunter to be ready for her first full moon hunt. It was the night before the full moon, Nathan wandered into a bar that was all werewolves, magically hidden from humans. All the mutts shied away from his scent, the scent of something much more powerful and pure and ancient than anything they could hope to be. He sat at the bar and kept to himself, getting a drink. He looked about 18 or 19, but he was older. His kind just lived longer, and he was the equivalent of being 18 or 19 anyway. He overheard a few males talking nearby. Something about going after the hunter tomorrow night. That made him perk a little, listening more closely. His eyes went wide when he heard the full plan. He quickly left, grabbing his dirty black trench coat from the rack and taking off.
He didn't want this hunter to fall prey to the mutts. He had other plans, to use her in getting revenge over his family. Nathan wouldn't let anyone kill her but himself, and he was smart enough to know to wait for the right moment before making his move. No one takes down the girl but me. I'll make her family suffer, as they made mine suffer. He thought, shifting and loping through the forest to get home.
"I don't understand." Jess said with a huff. She had been gathering and cleaning her weapons for the better half of the last hour, and now her aunt was telling her she had to stay home. "What do you expect me to do? Sit around here? I have wolves to kill, Rose." Jess said. "The full moon is tomorrow. They're gonna be nuts tonight." She angrily loaded a silver bolt into her favorite crossbow and shoved a machete in her sheath. "If I sit around here, doing nothing in this hick as.s town for one more night, you might as well ship me off to an asylum right now."
"Jess this is part of your training!" Rosa growled. "Listen to me! Part of being a hunter is having patience. Besides, if you go out tonight you'll only be allowed to kill the one werewolf I assign to you before you'd have to come back here. If you wait till tomorrow, you'll be allowed to kill as many as you can handle by your own judgement. If you want to go home a full-fledged hunter, you have to follow the customs of proving yourself. Otherwise you'll be stuck hunting with partners for the rest of your life." She put her hand on Jess' shoulder. "I want my brother to see that we're both capable of our given jobs. Mine of teaching and yours of hunting. Do you not want to gain your father's approval?"