Plot: Werewolf x Human With Powers that are being forced to get married.

Name: Keefe Shotz Sencen

Nickname(s): Shotz, Keefster

Age: 20 years

Gender: Male

Personality: Keefe has an interesting personality. He is a very charming, charismatic guy with a mischevious twinkle in his eye at all times. He is almost always plotting evil deeds and is the best prankster most people have ever encountered. Keefe uses his good looks to get away with countless things, but even with his seducing outside he is quite different on the inside. He can be caring and kind with very close friends, and even though he has a giant friend group usually only one or two of them will mean a lot to him. If any girl tries to get too close he will shy away and shut himself out. However, this is not revealed almost ever, so he is viewed as the most open, extroverted guy ever. Keefe is extremely confident and prideful, and can reveal his cunningness when need be. A very important thing to know... he takes great pride in his messily styled hair and can get angry/even more teasing if made fun of about it. He thinks his hair looks awesome and is not afraid to say it. He has hidden the secret of him being a werewolf for as long as he could remember. He is extremely handsome by human standards.

Appearance: Keefe sports honey blonde hair with speckles of brown throughout the locks that hang down to his forehead, curling slightly at the ends. His hair usually lays messily across his head, but almost as if it was styled messily. He has the very slight beginnings of a tiny bit of blonde scruff around his jaw and upper lip, hardly visible unless you are close to him. Striking ice blue eyes shine from behind the golden strands, and a dazzling white smile lights up the whole face. He has well-tanned skin from being outside. A sharp jawline cuts across his cheek. Usually seen wearing sweat pants when relaxing or dark blue jeans/cargo pants at other times, Keefe almost always has on various color t-shirts with jokes on them that pretty much describe him. The one he is seen most in is a black batman shirt that reads: *I'm batman, so I can be your hero any day.* Another of his favroites reads: *I wish I could read your feelings so I could prove to everyone how irrisistable you find me.* Keefe is lean with a slightly average build around 6'3... tall. He has some muscle on him from his time working out, but also from doing countless other outdoorsy things, like climbing trees, running in the woods, and being rebellious in general. When he turns into a werewolf a rather incredible transformation occurs- he will grow black fur, instead of the assumed lighter grey or brown, and his eyes will glow ice blue as usual. As a human he has a weird scar seemingly going through his left eye, but it didn't blind him. It is the only thing marring his rather perfect appearance. It is hard to see unless you're a couple feet away from him, in which it catches people's eyes. He also has peculiar scars across his back, rumored to be whip marks, and on various other places of his body, including weird scars that trail from his forearm to his wrists. Rumors say they are much too straight to be an accident.

Backstory: Keefe Sencen grew up in a fancy mansion. His parents, Cassius Sencen and Gisela Secen, were off the tables rich and they wanted their son to look and behave like a perfect little puppet. He was raised in almost royalty like conditions, but as soon as he hit teenage years he became rebellious. He hated how he was treated and hated feeling like a mannakin being paraded around the town. He hates his parents almost even more, but what's worse... they are quite abusive, especially his father. His father was physically abusive at times, and Keefe could be seen hiding bruises on his face. His mother was only emotionally abusive, and only when they were alone. She was cruel in a way that could not be described. He always retalliates and says he is too old to be kept in the mansion, but his parents refuse to let him go, and with the money they have.. they can bribe even the police into doing nothing.

Other: In almost every school he went to he was always, pretty much, the male hearthrob. All the girls always swooned over him but, strangely, he hasn't been in any relationships that anyone knows of. Everyone has always thought it weird.

Name: Christine Hart (couldnt think of a last name xD)

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Nicknames: Anna, chris

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Personality: Christine is rough around the edges but warms up pretty fast to people. Though not the best looking she is still quite pretty because of this most people look down on her. She is one to run too a problem not away, doesnt get upset over small details. She is always looking to "fix" people which usually gets her trouble. Christine takes pride in making her appreance mater most, often than not you'll find her sitting in front of a mirror trying to tame down her wild brown hair. She's not a fame of know it alls and self centred people, so she trys to fix them.

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Appearence: Her dark brown hair dominates her body going far down her backside. On good days her hair stays dead straight with a tiny curl at the base. On bad days eg. raining, storm. her hair is just a complete mess. Her crystal blue eyes look dark beneath her pale skin. She has a long, skinny body. Most people mistake her for younger with her unique appearence. She has a scar across her cheek from an event from her youth, causing her to wear a tight jacket most days to hide from others. Her pale skin causes her to burn easily from the sun.

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Backstory: Anna grew up without parents so spent most of her life on the streets. It wasnt until she was 14 when a random women come up claiming she was Anna's Aunt. Being forced to live with her Aunt she endured many beatings and ended up running away. She has never had much schooling and is sensitive to loud noises (caused by her Aunt screaming so much). But after about 2 years yet another Aunt sprung forth and Anna is now stuck with this cruel person.

Forgot to add my powers xD : Telekinesis

(Okay, I added a bit to mine. So- is Anna living with someone right now? She has to be, because her aunt has to force her to marry Keefe ((or some other cruelish person xD)))

(lol umm lets say shes living her another different cruel aunt.)

(ANOTHER cruel aunt?! Poor lady xD. Do you wanna start or should I??)

Lol. Umm can you start?)

*Smack*. The loud noise pretty much rang off the walls of the mansion that could almost pass as a castle. Keefe reeled back, his eyes stormy, his hand on his cheek, where a red hand mark was forming. His father looked ANGRY this time, and his mother just looked as hateful as always.

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"You WILL be getting married and there is nothing you can do about it! You have stayed single for too long, and we need people to inherit this mansion and all our money!" Cassius Sencen bellowed, his chest puffed out in anger. "Now get your sorry figure to your room and get dressed before I get the whip." He snarled threateningly.

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Keefe bared his teeth, a habit he had gotten into with the realization hey! His life couldn't get any worse! He was a werewolf! He shook his head and was about to refuse again when he heard his fathers threat. Just the word made him wince, and his hand lifted up to his back slightly, where long gruesome scars curled from many years if abuse. Without a word- they didn't deserve it- he silently stalked to his room, slammed the door, and locked it. "I am flipping 20 years old now. I should at least have the courage to murder my family, make it look like an accident, go to the funeral, have everyone feel bad for me, and get away with it!" He muttered to himself, flopping in the giant bed to stare at the ceiling. Today he was going to meet the *lady* his parents had set him up with. Yay. He was THRILLED. Keefe tugged on some dark blue jeans, ignoring all commands to get all dressed up. He was not going to look like a puppet on show. He pulled on his black boots, tied the laces, then grabbed his trademark t-shirt that said: I wish I could read your emotions right now, so I could prove to everyone how much you like me*. He couldn't help it. Maybe in here he was quiet and stormy, but out there he had to act differently. He shrugged on a black sweatshirt and didn't zip it up so the words were plain on the t shirt, then spent a while styling his hair in that perfect rebellious messy look his parents hated. Perfect.

Christine kicked a stone towards the house where herself and Aunt now lived. She lingered outside for a while longer waiting for her Aunt to come screaming out. It never happened. She slowly turned the rusted door handle and peered inside the almost pitch dark room. Letting her eyes adjust she walked in quietly and called out, "Auntie are you here?". She untied her hair letting it fall down but it caught/fell on the nearby table sending the cups crashing towards the ground. As she began to pick up the pieces her Aunt entered the house door humming loudly. "Get up child" she yelled, Christine obeyed. "I have a plan where I can get rich and you can finally get married" She had a smirk on her face and Christine knew her Aunt was up to no good, again. Her Aunt continued, "we are going to make as if we're rich, find a rich couple with a young man and you two will be married". Christine looked with her mouth open wide, " I..i ....i Can't do that" she waited for the blow of her Aunts hand but instead she only replied saying, "too late". Christine looked heartbroken at her Aunt, she didnt like hurting people and this seemed the most painful way to do it. Taking a person's riches for yourself, she shriveled at the thought.

"may i be excused" she asked her Aunt quietly.

"yeah whatever" came the cold reply.

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Christine had been out all night. Her Aunt wouldnt have cared, she usually did this. Christine sat on a bench and looked over the soft water, letting it take her thoughts away. "I cant stand up for myself, now i'm going to be stuck with some guy for the rest of my life" she felt like crying but instead slowly walked back to the house, ready for whatever her Aunt brought along.

Keefe lifted his head, staring back at himself in the mirror. Still the unruly child his parents hated. Still a child, at 20 years old. He growled under his breath, a much more gutteral sound than most humans made, and stalked over to the window. He had just enough time to sneak out and go for a little hike before his father came to get him. He'd be dragged along to meet someone he'd be forced to marry soon, so he mineswell make the most of the time he had left. He slid open the window on the third story bedroom, looking at the woods below. The mansion sat atop a green hill with 100 acres of forest surrounding it. He had memorized every inch of that forest, including a way to get down. Keefe slipped out the window and jumped onto a lower roof, sliding down a little ways before grabbing a tree branch and climbing out. Around 7 feet from the ground he dropped down and strode into the forest on a well beaten animal path. He sighed heavily, remembering it was only a couple days before the full moon. This was not going to be fun. How was he supposed to hide a secret that big from someone he was married to? Keefe grumbled something under his breath as he stalked into the forest. 20 minutes later he jogged back, quickly, not wanting to be late and have his father whip him again. He knew he could easily take on his father, and win. He was tall and strong. However, as soon as he got away there'd be a nation wide man hunt for him. He wouldn't be safe anywhere. It was amazing what money could do. He rescaled the tree and the roof climbing back in his window mere seconds before his father burst in. Cassius glared at Keefe. "Get dressed. The person you are going to marry and her aunt are going to be here in ten minutes. If you aren't dressed in 5, I'm coming in and dragging you out anyway." He sneered before slamming the door. Keefe rolled his eyes and pulled on a crisp suit that had been arranged for him beforehand. He still thought it was unnecessary. To his knowledge, the family he'd be forced into was quite poor. They wouldn't be wearing anything fancy. 5 minutes later Cassius barged in as Keefe finished straightening his tie. "Come on." The haughty man instructed, grabbing Keefe's arm so tightly it left fingernail marks. They walked down to the front door, where a car could be heard pulling up already.