Name: Hope Borne
Age: 21
Height: 6'
Weight (optional): 155 Lbs.
Hair: Short Cut auburn hair.
Eyes: Green
Species: Human Just bitten by lycan
Alliance: N/A (as of yet, character wise she doesn't know where the hell she is in all of this right now)
Weapon(s) Of Choice: N/A
Background Story: As a fictitious writer, she had made every fantasy every thing she ever saw, good or bad into a novel. She was still publishing and not very big on the street yet but she hoped her mixture of Horror and fantasy fiction would soon be on the shelves one day. But in her enthusiasm and the fact she was naive enough to follow up on some newspaper reports on Savage dog attacks she stupidly went out with her video camera to try and catch herself a glimpse of these creatures. Unknown to her at the time, she was caught up in not only the savage dog theme, but the fact they were lycans passed her mind i mean. Werewolves weren't real were they? Myths and ledgends when in her teens were gruesome and interesting she got close to these beasts on a few nights. Only this time they caught her scent on the wind and pounced. She hadn't gone un prepared, upon being bitten she had fumbled in her purse for her pepper spray only to pull out her letter opener. It was better than nothing and she got the best in the chest. Later on she was annoyed with herself as her father who had died a few years before had given it to her as a present. Solid silver, antique. She couldn't live with herself. And that brings me to the end of Hope's background.
:: Stumbling into her appartment she hurried to the bathroom where she little or no medical supplies. She didin't normally need them and she was too broke to go the the hospital to get this fixed. Standing over the basin her good hand proping her up she looked at her sweaty and pale features in the mirror. Her Auburn hair stuck to her forhead, along with a graze on her chin. She came out of that one lightly. What the hell were they? Pitbulls on steroids...Rotweilers?! She didn't and never got anything more than a glimpse of them but this time she had cone way too close.
Running the hot tap she pushed her arm under the water, hissing in pain she had to stop her knees from giving in as she held it there. The clear water turning to crimson and flowing down the plug hole. She felt sick. The wound was raw and open, looking around for anything to cover it up she grabbed a hand towel from the rail and wrapped it tight around her arm. Hopefully the presure would stop the bleeding....if it didn't. She shook her head. " No time to think about this now! " She had to get this video uploaded, the police had to see what was out there at large.
<<it died a long time ago, but if you want to attempt to restart it, you're more than welcome to try. I'll even rejoin just to help. 🙂 >>
Name: Jacc Arlington
Age: 23 in appearance, actually 300
Height: 6' 1"
Weight (optional): 174 Lbs.
Hair: black w/ scarlett highlights and tips, tied back in a ponytail, which hangs halfway down his back.
Eyes: grey, though in the pale moonlight, they look ocean blue
Species: Lycan
Alliance: Drifter
Weapon(s) Of Choice: 2 Colt Single-Action Army six-shooter Pistols, one Remington M1100 Shotgun w/ custom stock and extended barrel
Background Story: He was born in the days of the old west, and his six-shooters are all he has left of then. he dresses in the western time period style, still, though his speech patterns have evolved into those of the modern time.
For his outfit, picture that of an old western drifter. black pants, shirt, vest, duster-style coat, cowboy hat, scarf, gloves, and gunbelts. the only thing new age is his black combat boots. only his eyes and hair are visible, the rest hidden behind his clothes. (playing with a possible story that he was burned in his younger years, though it may just be to cover his appearance)
Jacc stepped out of the shadows, shooting the video from her hands.
"Sorry, but you wouldn't want the cops taking you in on a false claim, would you? You honestly think they'd take it seriously?"
He walks over and wraps some bandage over her wounds, tightly, so the bleeding will stop.
"Come with me. I'll explain everything."
:: TUrning round she hadn't even heard the intruder, she looked down to her camera smoking on the floor. She she peered upto him as he came forward and took her arm. She flinched away before she let him help her. The wound was sore, she gritted her teeth before she pulled her hand back:: What do you mean....they have to know theres a pack of savage dogs out there! And come with you....you just shot at me why should i?
He cuts his eyes at her, then shrugs, walking away.
"Fine. But when that nasty bite starts to turn you into one of them, you'll appreciate the offer a bit more. Besides, I wouldn't have shot had I not been sure I could hit only your camera."
He continues away, wondering how to find the Vampyre he's been tracking... the one called Anna Leigh Sohma...