Chain me up and hear me roar.
Werewolf roleplay between Jessiflakes & Atlene.

You know the drill. Character profiles following.


Name: Karen
Age: 19
Race: Werewolf
Appearance:
Personality: She is the Alpha wolf in the "pack", which is just Karen and Meg. She can be bossy, but she only does it when something really needs to be done; she always gets done what needs to be done. She tends to be kind to humans, since she still is technically part human, but when one of them threatens the pack, she takes care of it as quickly as possible... Or when one irks her.
Short Bio: Karen is a werewolf, born and raised, her first transition was when she was 9 years old. Both her parents are pureblooded werewolves, and they taught her how to take care of herself and her secret. Her parents no longer run with the pack, having 'retired' as it can be put to a quiet, 'normal life', leaving Karen in charge. She was a natural born Alpha, and Meg didn't question her when this fact was asserted. Now, the two run wild during fullmoons, living the way a wolf is supposed to live... Including killing passing tourists.
Misc: When in her wolf form, she is a large, red wolf with a large amount of fur around her neck and down the spine of her back down to her large, fluffy tail.


Name: Megan (Meg)
Age: 17
Race: Werewolf
Appearance:
Personality: Typically quiet among humans, mostly to hide her fiesty side, she tends to sit by herself and read, when she's not with her Alpha and best friend, Karen. When she's in her wolf form with Karen, however, she's energetic, and quite the fighter.
Short Bio: Megan's family was shocked to find their little girl was a werewolf. No one knew that her great grandfather on her mother's side was once a great protector, and a Beta in a large pack that once roamed free among the humans, haunting their woods. The werewolf gene had remained dormant in his kin, until Megan. Her first transition was when she was 13 years old, a bit late, but that was due to how many generations the gene had been dormant. Karen's family recognized the signs before Karen transitioned, and helped her through it, including taking care of her parents. Now, her family is informed, and proud of their little girl, especially her grandfather.
Misc: In her wolf form, she is a decent sized gray wolf, almost the size of Karen.

Name: Erika Fukuda
Age: 18
Race: Human
Appearance: Click!
Personality: There are two sides of her. On one hand, she’s a sweet, cheerful girl who’s possibly way too overdramatic for her own good, but a nice person all in all. On the other hand, she’s egotistical, stubborn, and prone to shoving ideas down your throat. And quite possibly smarter than her own brother, who’s already Harvard bound. Not that it shows. A bit silly, a bit sarcastic, you’re never sure what exactly her intentions are. She’s mostly ditzy though, and most people claim that she should have been born a blonde (bah, stereotypes, her life was full of them).

Just ask Ryo, he knows fully of what she’s capable of doing when she feels like it.
Short Bio: A third generation Japanese, the older sibling. Born in the summer to a businessman and his wife, Erika’s had what most kids have had, a happy, normal childhood. With designer brands and all. Oh, okay, slightly above what most normal kids. But her life has been average, occasional fights with her younger brother, drama in school, and now, her last year of high school and prepping for college.
Misc: Allergic to raisins. Not that that’s a bad thing, she hates raisins.

Name: Ryo Fukuda
Age: 16
Race: Human
Appearance: Clickie!
Personality: He's the type of guy with looks that can and will put girls to shame. Oftentimes you would describe as cute, pretty even, and he looks the part, the type of guy everyone gets along with. He's anything but that.

Ryo is what you would call a hermit, work-oriented, business-driven, self-proclaimed walking encyclopedia who’s always either on his BlackBerry doing God knows what he’s doing or off trying to do something that would win him the Nobel Prize. Knowledge is power, he just has to know the what’s and why’s of the most mundane things. He may hate your guts, that’s more than likely true, but Ryo knows instinctively how to sweet-talk, and is a natural born liar, and can easily wrap people around his finger without them even knowing.
Short Bio: The younger child in the Fukuda family, the only boy, he’s been prepped to be the successor of the family enterprise since he was a child. Although the younger child, he has the habit of babysitting his older sister, succumbing to her evil schemes against him (ask him about frilly aprons, or lipstick, he might cry) and generally, acting older. Too soon an adult. His life is a boring one though, what else do you expect from a hermit?
Misc: He has a bit of a height complex, since he's quite short for a guy. Address that, however, you will wake up remembering nothing about last night and the words "Ryo was here" tattooed across your chest. Seriously.
Pronounce his name wrong and die a slow, painful death. That includes nicknames.

Karen sat outside the school in her car, waiting for Meg to get out of school. They had an important run to go on tonight. A human had been trying to track them lately. A tourist, no doubt, who thought he was smarter than the other hunters who tried to take down The Pack. He needed to be dealt with, and tonight was a full moon- the night they transitioned unwillingly. Typically, they could control what nights they transformed, unlike your average mythical werewolves, but on nights of full moons, they had no choice, which was where the legends came from. The tracker was tonight's target; hopefully he wouldn't be too important, otherwise it would be in the papers and draw attention. They'd find out.
It was 1:45, and there was fifteen minutes left. Karen hated waiting, but she was always early for everything; she couldn't help it. There was no compromising with herself. She turned on the radio, putting on the mixed station with music from the 80's to the present. It was a decent song, so she left it.

'Fifteen minutes,' Meg thought, glancing at the clock. She knew how impatient Karen could get on days of full moons. The time passed slowly. Meg had finished her assignment for the substitute half an hour ago, so she had had half an hour to herself, which she spent reading in the back of the classroom. She glanced again at the clock after what seemed like the entire fifteen minutes; there was still ten minutes left. She groaned mentally.
Eventually, after she was finally absorbed in the book, the bell did ring, and she sprang up and out of the room. Not bothering with her locker, she went right to the car, greeted Karen, and they were off to prepare for the night's activities.