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Name: Danny Brown

Age: 16

What you prefer to eat: She denies what she is. She prefers to eat regular 'human' food and has even went as far as to become a vegetarian, but she can't starve herself so often times she finds herself hunting rabbits and the like.

Description: http://www.hairstylediva.com/Young%20gi ... 0dress.jpg

What animal: White tiger (Fancy that. ^^)

What color fur: Erm, white and black. ^_^ http://dailsbargains.com/cart/images/WS-PRT-0000185.jpg
Has hardly any black to define her stripes.

Origin: America. Has a southern accent and lived in the thick southern parts of Louisiana.

Currently: She travels a lot.

Live with: Her older brother.

Other info: Up for love. She's often depressed and tries to deny who she is. She won't transform if she can help it and her insticts are quite weak now because she refuses to use them. She is a very kind person, to the bone, and will help you no matter what, despite her animal instincts.
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Name- June Harrison

Age- 18

What you prefer to eat- Deer, elk, porcupines, squirrels, mice, raccoons, rabbits and beavers. Though when she’s in her human form, she would also eat human foods.

Description- http://jackieheartsyou.deviantart.com/a ... I-57561569

What animal- Cougar

What color fur- Tawny in color with a white belly http://weblogs.cltv.com/entertainment/t ... cougar.jpg

Origin- England.

Currently living in what country- She travels around several parts of America and also Canada.

You live with- Nobody.

Any other info- When in cougar form, she is agile and can jump about 18’ high, but has a poor sense of smell.

She’s a hitchhiker. If she’s not in her cougar form to travel from place to place then she would just wait for anybody to pick her up. She doesn’t care where she’s going. The chance to travel wherever she wants gives her a sense of freedom. If she feels like staying in a hotel or bed & breakfast (etc) then she’d most likely “pick-a-pocket”. Though she usually just stays in her cougar form, if she has the energy, the animalistic feeling she has whilst in that form just makes her want to stay that way forever.

Up for love, but the person who falls in love with her would have to be able to deal with her messy and free nature.
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Name- Amber O'Donnel

Age- 18

Personality- Fierce and feisty. As stubborn as a mule and won't back down during a fight. Tends to be quite sarcastic at times and can make a joke out of anything. Hates being beaten at something. She is quite clever and witty, using brains and brawn to win in battles.

What you prefer to eat- Anything that moves

Description- Light brown hair with a long fringe that sweeps just over her eyes.
Green eyes that she retains in her animal form. Slender and stands at about 5'4.

What animal- Smilodon

http://media.photobucket.com/image/smil ... n.jpg?o=12

Quite slender but with extremely powerful limbs and jaws.

What color fur- Golden with dark spots and a light underside.

Origin- She can't remember. Her first transformation was so violent it wiped some of her memory.

Currently living in what country- Has to keep roaming around from place to place, due to sightings and the media hunting for her due to her animal form being a supposedly extinct creature.

You live with- No one.

Any other info- Up for love ;)
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Lauren2010 wrote:Question: Will our characters be able to change on a whim? Or is it like the "only during a full moon" or "only at night" type of deal?

Yes, but it is very painful to. They do change every night.
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Should I start now or wait for more people?
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I think we have enough people to start with. :D
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Okay, I'll start! :D
Myra

I ran through the woods, completely freaked, crying and howling. The strangest thing had just happened; I had grown fur and a snout.
What's happening to me? I tried to recall what had happened, to see what may have caused this, but I couldn't.

Today was my mom's wedding. Everything started as it usually would; I was in my mom's room, helping her get in her wedding dress. Then my mom got cued and she started to walk down the isle, with my little sister tossing rose petals in front of her and me by her side. Then, I got an itching sensation in my nose, which spread down my whole body. People started screaming and pointing at me, and the whole room burst into chaos. I felt like I was literally on fire, and that something sharp was forcing it's way through my fingers. Then I looked down; I was a wolf standing on it's hind legs. My mom screamed at me, telling me to leave and never come back. So I did.

My sobbing grew and I fell to the ground; I just sat there.
Why me?
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Too late for someone to join? :wink:
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Amber

Amber stalked through the woods in the form of an ancient knife-toothed creature. She lowered her nose to the ground, long white whiskers twitching as she observed a paw print. Raising one of her own heavy paws and flipping it over, she compared to two in size. This one was smaller, that her own, of a similar shape.

She raised her head again, gazing around the dense forest suspiciously. Her ears perked as she raised her head up further, one paw clearing the ground. Light, distant rustling came to her ears.

Her upper lip cleared her giant canines in a growl. Another were-creature was near, most likely the type that phased into a cat like creature, like herself. What made it worse, was that they were on her turf. They weren't going to get a pleasant reception, they could be sure of that.

She crept silently through the undergrowth, her canines drawing two tracks in the snow. The dry dead plants camoflaged her almost perfectly against her surroundings as she hunted, green eyes darting alertly across the trees.

She stopped, her forepaw inches from the ground as she heard it. The cracking of twigs underfoot as her prey walked only meters from her saber toothed jaws.

With a lop sided grin, she threw herself at it, a prehistoric roar tearing through the trees.

*anyone want to jump in here? :D*
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April~~

I hummed a slight tune, as I went along. The air was cold, and smelled of wet pine. My hair floated behind me like a cloud, my breath forming slight warm clouds also. The campers were nice, of course they were since I was a poor lost soul. They fed me and i was on my way, my stomach full and my body warm. MY fitted jacket hung loose on my skin tight body armor, my jeans tucked into the fur boots. My backpack was full to the brim with camping supplies for the winter weather, another girt from the campers.

It was going to snow, and when it did itwould snow alot. I heard crying ahead and a smile drew across my face, another person! My body went faster and faster until it reached the opening to the cleariang. A grown wolf, most likely in thier teen years was giving out what could be called sobs.

"Hey are you ok?" April asked completely unaware of her own present form, not the usual wercat.
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Danny

Danny was laying in the woods. The moon beams made her look paler than usual. She loved the night...well, except that that was when she changed.

Danny closed her eyes. She could feel the painful transformation starting now, as it was. She cried out. She hated that she was a white tiger. She hated that she had no control over it. She hated that she had to kill helpless animals for her meal. She hated it all.

"What was that?" She heard someone ask. Danny was fully changed now. Her senses were heightened, but not what they should be. She didn't like the fact that she was not normal.

Danny ran through the woods. Her legs ached to run faster. It felt good to run.

She stopped abruptly. Ahead of her was another animal. A predator. She wouldn't hurt them, but from the look on their face they would hurt her. She looked like a predator, herself, after all. They were going to protect themselves.

Then the animal threw itself at her. Danny was graceful and extremely smart. She didn't want to fight this animal, she refused. To stay alive she would have to use her wit.
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Myra

I looked up when I heard the voice and snarled at the girl only 5 feet away from me. Why would she come so close to a wolf? I wondered vaguely before launching myself at her.
Something weird happened when I landed on her though, she started to grow a black pelt. I realised that she was like me, except older, stronger, more expirienced, and most likely hungrier. I jumped off of her before she could swipe at me, but suprisingly she didn't come closer to attack.

She just looked at me with anger and pity glinting in her eyes. She slowly started to transform back into a human and I tried to do the same. I couldn't beleive the pain it caused me, and I cried even more until I was a complete human, then I looked at her.
"Hi," I said breathlessly.
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Lee Granger

Lee stalked through the woods alone, and very very angry. She always grew angry at nightfall. Nightfall was when she changed.

"Stupid..." she mumbled to herself, remembering how she got this way. The evening was cold, and Lee's unclothed body shuddered. At least I'm sparing some clothes.

The moon broke over the horizon shortly, and Lee felt the change coming. She gritted her teeth as she felt her bones begin to shift. Soon enough, it was over and Lee stood on all fours.

She picked up her old backpack in her mouth that held all her possesions and continued on. Lee only traveled for a few miles before she felt the presence of another were-creature. Whatever, Lee thought. I'll just avoid them.

This was easier said than done. No more than a minute later, a creature was on top of Lee and trying to pin her to the ground. Lee frowled and sunk her teeth into the creatures leg.

The creature yelped in pain and stumbled away. Lee watched it for a moment, making sure it understood she was not to be messed with.

*that can be anyone.*
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Haven

i stepped out to face the rising. I could feel the change my coming. The beast within ached for the sweet release of another night. The pain hit like a truck. I grunted in pain desperate not to draw attention. Bones cracked and stratched while muscles moved and contorted. Finally my neck sprouted a thick mane.
Right, i thought, time to go eat.
I sprinted off through the forest until i came across an unfamiliar scent. My curiousity peaked i followed the smell until i realised it was circling.
Oh no you don't, i thought, you aren't getting behind me.
I launched myself out of the undergrowth trying to pin this unexpected creature to the ground. All i was going well and my greater bulk was giving the upper hand until it sank its teeth into my leg. I hoped off and turned around to face the creature.
"Who or what the hell are you?" I asked my normal voice taking on a slight baritone roar.
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Lee

"None of your business." Lee growled.

The lion stared at her. "Oh, but it is." he said.

Lee advanced on the lion. "I'm sorry, but we are in the mountains. Mountain lions belong in the mountains, not lions like you. You don't have any say in what goes on here."

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