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This is a one on one do not post unless you are the ones in the title. |
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Basics
Name : Rieka simons
Age: 23 years
Gender:female
Species/Racial Origin: werewolf
Physical Description
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 125 lb
Eyes: sharp brown that turn almost black when mad amber when in werewolf form
Detailed Physical Description: She's 5'6" she's very athleticly built. She has long hair that is dyed purple that starts dark almost black and becomes almost white purple at the ends. she has a scar on her neck that snakes back to her mid back.
Typical Clothing/Equipment: black tight fitting clothing and a knife on her left arm near her shoulder.
Personality/Attributes
Personality/Attitude: impulsive short tempered
Skills/Talents: good martial artist and singer
Favourites/Likes: strong people other werewolves
Most Hated/Dislikes: weak people
Goals/Ambitions: stay alive
Strengths: really good fighter
Weaknesses: slight limp in right leg
Fears: losing track of her position
Hobbies/Interests: loves to read and write and learn martial arts |
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Name: Wilbur Jenkins Age: 22 years Gender: Male Current Species/Racial Origin: Human Physical Description Eyes: Lavender blue Weight: 144 pounds Height: 5'10 Hair: Dark auburn red |
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Rieka knew she was different. She was half wolf in spirit at each full moon she turned into a wolf. Her name meant power of the wolf.She was the last werewolf. She knew she had to do something to staop the impending extinction. So she would. People wern't going to like it though. |
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As Rieka began to make arrangements for repopulating the werewolves in society, Wilbur Jenkins sat down on a bench outside of his work building, rubbing his forehead in contemplation. As a normal, unassuming man, Wilbur was a carpenter for a moderate, well paying contracting business called Artifex Herculaneum, and he often assisted the senior carpenters in making framework for buildings and rooms. |
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Rieka walked down the street. no one in the twon new what she really was. Most just assumed she was the avareage 22 year old journalist. She saw wilbur and instantly had a flashback. flashback "Ri!RI! Where are you" My mom yelled. she was mortally wounded and I knew there was nothing I could do. I ran to her. "Mom! Please don't go! I need you!" I sobbed. "Ri, you have to be strong know that you are the last of our kind. Be brave you have the power of the wolf. Use it wisely" And with that she was gone. "NO" I sobbed. From that time on I knew I had to save our kind form extenction. Rieka flinched as she saw wilbur's blue eyes. "So much like my mother's" She thought. ( Flashbacks will be in first person) |
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Wilbur then felt someone's eyes on him, and he turned to look and see who was over his shoulder or staring at him. As he saw the beautiful woman Rieka, he blushed a little, wondering who this chick was and why she was looking at him in an almost ominous fashion. <i>Okay... that's a little creepy... I'm going to go back inside... I have those scaffolds to design, anyway.</i> Wilbur thought before standing up from the bench, preparing to walk back to his building. |
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Rieka walked down the street to her office. She sighed the full moon was in a week.She had to act fast and she knew it. If only she didn't have to deal with all those flashbacks she got about her mother's death. It was bad enough that her mom died worse that she died in her arms. |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
