The Wilson Brothers
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Allie {Mrs. Winchester} (#26840)
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Roleplay: The Wilson Brothers
Currently: Not Accepting Users
Started: No
Rules:
-Must have at least 3 paragraphs (6-8 sentences each) for each character (no limit)
-Currently limited to two characters per user
-Apply to Alacrity
-Be able to use proper word use, grammar, and spelling (everyone has mistakes now and then, but, try to minimize them/preferred no mistakes if possible) detail please
-No power play
-Respect others
-We will be replying in an order, so everyone gets a chance to reply without being interrupted
-Try you best not to make multiple replies in a row (keep all replies in one post)
-All replies are to be in *first* person point of view (unless okayed by me)
Scott's Introduction: One thousand, eight hundred and twenty-six; the number of days since the accident. Fourty three thousand, eight hundred and twenty-four; the number of hours I've replayed the unlawful images in my unstable mind. Two million, six hundred and twenty-nine thousand, four hundred and fourty; the number of seconds I've wasted trying to cope with insanity.
I had spent five years trying to forget the past. Everywhere I look is a constant reminder of their death. This town, the people, heck, even my own darn home.
My brother, Gideon, is the only thing I have left. I know he'll always have my back no matter how big the fight. Sure, we are the same age, but, I still consider him as my little brother. Yeah, he's taller and heavier than me, but, he sure as heck will never tower over me like my step father did. He knows that I'll snap in a instant. Unlike my brother, I was the one to get the worst blows of them all from my step father. Although, he was a complete jerk to my brother. Either way, I knew Gideon hated him too. Not like it matters now, they are all dead.
It was time to move again. We usually travel from place to place so we won't get stuck in a boring town with not a single wolf in earshot.
I still haven't found "the one", sadly, neither has my brother. Growing up, we were always told to never tie ourselves down to one town, let alone to a female. Heck, even if it was my choice, I still couldn't just pick up any available female in a pack. It had to be, her.
Maybe this new town will be different, and maybe, just maybe, will I find... her.
Caroline 's Introduction: It seems like a never ending cycle. I wake up, look myself in the mirror and see something, different. Someone who is deemed to never find love because she apparently pushes away everybody that could've even had the slightest chance with her.
It has been eighteen years, and I have yet to have a boyfriend. Yeah, that's right, I haven't had a boyfriend. Maybe you see this as odd. How could a girl like me not possibly get a high class jock? Well, I'll tell you this, they don't understand me. I've come to the conclusion that no one ever will. They don't know who I am, or what I've been though. They don't know the pain I've suffered; the beatings, name calling, and the bruises that consist all over my body due to my wonderful loving family.
My family and I haven't exactly gotten along. Even when I was born, they wanted to kick me to the curb. If it wasn't for my best friend, Scarlet, I probably wouldn't have survived this long.
I know they want me dead, and I'm sure not going to be pushed around by every single male in the pack anymore. They have done things to me that I still haven't even told to my best friend. The images run though my brain every time I see their fowl, disgusting, sinister smiles, and hear their ear cracking whistles, whenever I walk by.
Maybe my Romeo will come running out of the distance, to catch me in his arms, when I fall *hint hint.*
What am I thinking? This isn't some fairy tale, is it?...
Synopsis: A lonely howl bounces off the grassy hillside as you stand there dumbfounded at the sight of a beautiful dark coated wolf looking down upon you; your eyes locked with the 125 pound animal. All you can think about is your death. Stepping back in panic, a rush of air leaps past you knocking you down you down off your feet. Rubbing your eyes, they widen drastically at the sight. Seeing a hand placed in front of you, you take it and stare into the eyes of a human, who was once defined as a cold blooded killer, a monster of sorts, a werewolf. Who knew a killer could be so beautiful.
Have you ever loved somebody so deeply that you would give your life for them or perhaps kill just to see them live?
"The Wilson Brothers" is a werewolf roleplay where two brothers (Scott and Gideon) stroll into a new town, trying to find their anchor.
What they don't know is- in this little town, there are two girls, who just happen to be best friends, and single.
NOTE: If you would like to join this role play, please PM me your character forum(s) only if we are accepting users. I cannot express how much of a hassle/burden it is to have users randomly POST ON THIS FORUM, before the role play actually starts. This is clearly for the role play itself, nothing else. If you have questions, all you have to do is pm me, its not that hard!
This role play will NOT begin until *I* post the first reply (which should be the only reply on this forum so far). We won't start this role play until these possible factors are abolished: lack of users, no reply to pm, no users at all.
(I will be posting your character forums to this section of the role play, so, there is absolutely NO need to post it on here. If you post your character forums on here, I will not allow you to join). -This may seem unfair or rude, however, that's why I put things in bold.-
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Character's name:
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Username: Allie {Mrs. Winchester}
ID number: (#26840)
Character's name: Scott Rowan Wilson
Species: Wolf
Age: 19
Race: Caucasian
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 166lbs
Appearance (description only): Scott has a muscular build, short dark brown scruffy hair, piercing green eyes, lightly tanned skin, his movements very graceful and smooth.
Personality: He is very temperamental, depending on the situation. Classes are a bore, therefore, he is usually loud and lazy. Don't underestimate him... He can be very snappy, aggressive, arrogant, careless, deceitful, impatient, impolite, and impulsive. However, he has the ability to be affectionate, amusing, determined, as well as charming. There is so many emotions to him, its hard to believe. He can become very snappy and aggressive when he doesn't get what he wants. Which leads to another factor of his crazy personality... His wolf is constantly breathing down his back, forcing him to be very controlling when wanted, which isn't always a good thing.
Crush:
Username: Allie {Mrs.
Winchester}
ID number: (#26840)
Character's name: Caroline Cassidy Phillips
Species: Wolf
Age: 18
Race: Caucasian
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 135lbs
Appearance (description only): Caroline has a slim build, long blonde, slightly curled hair, striking blue eyes, and slightly pale skin.
Personality: Caroline is sweet, gentle, and one heck of a hard catch. However, something has changed. It's the guy she has met, a wolf. He's beginning to change her, and even he doesn't know it yet. She always wants to go out with her friend. Not only to hang out, but, in hopes to see him.
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Joy's Forums:
Username:Joy
ID number: (#26821)
Character's name: Gideon Riley Wilson
Species: Wolf
Age: 19 Years
Race: Caucasian
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 175lbs
Appearance: He is what some might call tall, dark and handsome with his dark chocolate brown hair cut just the right length. He likes to work out so he is very fit. He has eyes that are a mixture of green and blue, what color they are really depends on the light. Sometimes the colors seem to mix and his eyes become a stunning color no one can really name. As a wolf he is not much different, except his eyes are brown, it is strange but no one can really explain it.
Personality: Gideon is a pretty nice guy, he likes to make people laugh and smile. Is someone doesn't feel good he tries to get them to laugh even if he has to make himself look like a fool. But Gideon is also a big flirt and can have a temper. In fact the reason that he likes to work out so much was because it helps keep him calm and from losing his temper and hurting someone. In fact that is is greatest fear, that he will hurt someone he cares about and he knows he would never be able to live with himself after that.
Crush:
Username:Joy
ID number: (#26821)
Character's name: Scarlet Anna O'Malley
Species: Wolf
Age: 18 Years
Race: Caucasian
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 128lbs
Appearance: As a human she has red hair that has a natural curl to it. She has dark blue eyes and pale skin with just a very light dusting of freckles across her nose. She is what you would call fine boned, thin, and to most she may seem small and weak, but in truth she is really rather strong. As a wolf her fur is much the same color as her hair, though with more brown hues to it. Her eyes remain the same stunning sapphire blue and are the only thing that makes me look different from a "real" wolf.
Personality: Scarlet has a soft voice and tends to go unnoticed, most of the time, underneath that quite appearance she has a fiery soul. She is very stubborn, very sassy and yet very shy. She doesn't have much confidence but does her best to hide it. She has a troubled home life that she doesn't tend to tell anyone about. She isn't fond of letting others into her life and she doesn't trust anyone easily if at all. So to earn her trust would be considered a great gift. She has a great fear of loving someone and has never been kissed in her life. The only time she doesn't feel scared or insecure is when she is a wolf, because then she can be free.
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Currently: Not Accepting Users
Started: No
Rules:
-Must have at least 3 paragraphs (6-8 sentences each) for each character (no limit)
-Currently limited to two characters per user
-Apply to Alacrity
-Be able to use proper word use, grammar, and spelling (everyone has mistakes now and then, but, try to minimize them/preferred no mistakes if possible) detail please
-No power play
-Respect others
-We will be replying in an order, so everyone gets a chance to reply without being interrupted
-Try you best not to make multiple replies in a row (keep all replies in one post)
-All replies are to be in *first* person point of view (unless okayed by me)
Scott's Introduction: One thousand, eight hundred and twenty-six; the number of days since the accident. Fourty three thousand, eight hundred and twenty-four; the number of hours I've replayed the unlawful images in my unstable mind. Two million, six hundred and twenty-nine thousand, four hundred and fourty; the number of seconds I've wasted trying to cope with insanity.
I had spent five years trying to forget the past. Everywhere I look is a constant reminder of their death. This town, the people, heck, even my own darn home.
My brother, Gideon, is the only thing I have left. I know he'll always have my back no matter how big the fight. Sure, we are the same age, but, I still consider him as my little brother. Yeah, he's taller and heavier than me, but, he sure as heck will never tower over me like my step father did. He knows that I'll snap in a instant. Unlike my brother, I was the one to get the worst blows of them all from my step father. Although, he was a complete jerk to my brother. Either way, I knew Gideon hated him too. Not like it matters now, they are all dead.
It was time to move again. We usually travel from place to place so we won't get stuck in a boring town with not a single wolf in earshot.
I still haven't found "the one", sadly, neither has my brother. Growing up, we were always told to never tie ourselves down to one town, let alone to a female. Heck, even if it was my choice, I still couldn't just pick up any available female in a pack. It had to be, her.
Maybe this new town will be different, and maybe, just maybe, will I find... her.
Caroline 's Introduction: It seems like a never ending cycle. I wake up, look myself in the mirror and see something, different. Someone who is deemed to never find love because she apparently pushes away everybody that could've even had the slightest chance with her.
It has been eighteen years, and I have yet to have a boyfriend. Yeah, that's right, I haven't had a boyfriend. Maybe you see this as odd. How could a girl like me not possibly get a high class jock? Well, I'll tell you this, they don't understand me. I've come to the conclusion that no one ever will. They don't know who I am, or what I've been though. They don't know the pain I've suffered; the beatings, name calling, and the bruises that consist all over my body due to my wonderful loving family.
My family and I haven't exactly gotten along. Even when I was born, they wanted to kick me to the curb. If it wasn't for my best friend, Scarlet, I probably wouldn't have survived this long.
I know they want me dead, and I'm sure not going to be pushed around by every single male in the pack anymore. They have done things to me that I still haven't even told to my best friend. The images run though my brain every time I see their fowl, disgusting, sinister smiles, and hear their ear cracking whistles, whenever I walk by.
Maybe my Romeo will come running out of the distance, to catch me in his arms, when I fall *hint hint.*
What am I thinking? This isn't some fairy tale, is it?...
Synopsis: A lonely howl bounces off the grassy hillside as you stand there dumbfounded at the sight of a beautiful dark coated wolf looking down upon you; your eyes locked with the 125 pound animal. All you can think about is your death. Stepping back in panic, a rush of air leaps past you knocking you down you down off your feet. Rubbing your eyes, they widen drastically at the sight. Seeing a hand placed in front of you, you take it and stare into the eyes of a human, who was once defined as a cold blooded killer, a monster of sorts, a werewolf. Who knew a killer could be so beautiful.
Have you ever loved somebody so deeply that you would give your life for them or perhaps kill just to see them live?
"The Wilson Brothers" is a werewolf roleplay where two brothers (Scott and Gideon) stroll into a new town, trying to find their anchor.
What they don't know is- in this little town, there are two girls, who just happen to be best friends, and single.
NOTE: If you would like to join this role play, please PM me your character forum(s) only if we are accepting users. I cannot express how much of a hassle/burden it is to have users randomly POST ON THIS FORUM, before the role play actually starts. This is clearly for the role play itself, nothing else. If you have questions, all you have to do is pm me, its not that hard!
This role play will NOT begin until *I* post the first reply (which should be the only reply on this forum so far). We won't start this role play until these possible factors are abolished: lack of users, no reply to pm, no users at all.
(I will be posting your character forums to this section of the role play, so, there is absolutely NO need to post it on here. If you post your character forums on here, I will not allow you to join). -This may seem unfair or rude, however, that's why I put things in bold.-
Forum:
Username:
ID number:
Character's name:
Species: Wolf
Age:
Race:
Height:
Weight:
Appearance (description only):
Personality:
Crush:
My Forums:
Username: Allie {Mrs. Winchester}
ID number: (#26840)
Character's name: Scott Rowan Wilson
Species: Wolf
Age: 19
Race: Caucasian
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 166lbs
Appearance (description only): Scott has a muscular build, short dark brown scruffy hair, piercing green eyes, lightly tanned skin, his movements very graceful and smooth.
Personality: He is very temperamental, depending on the situation. Classes are a bore, therefore, he is usually loud and lazy. Don't underestimate him... He can be very snappy, aggressive, arrogant, careless, deceitful, impatient, impolite, and impulsive. However, he has the ability to be affectionate, amusing, determined, as well as charming. There is so many emotions to him, its hard to believe. He can become very snappy and aggressive when he doesn't get what he wants. Which leads to another factor of his crazy personality... His wolf is constantly breathing down his back, forcing him to be very controlling when wanted, which isn't always a good thing.
Crush:
Username: Allie {Mrs.
Winchester}
ID number: (#26840)
Character's name: Caroline Cassidy Phillips
Species: Wolf
Age: 18
Race: Caucasian
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 135lbs
Appearance (description only): Caroline has a slim build, long blonde, slightly curled hair, striking blue eyes, and slightly pale skin.
Personality: Caroline is sweet, gentle, and one heck of a hard catch. However, something has changed. It's the guy she has met, a wolf. He's beginning to change her, and even he doesn't know it yet. She always wants to go out with her friend. Not only to hang out, but, in hopes to see him.
Crush:
Joy's Forums:
Username:Joy
ID number: (#26821)
Character's name: Gideon Riley Wilson
Species: Wolf
Age: 19 Years
Race: Caucasian
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 175lbs
Appearance: He is what some might call tall, dark and handsome with his dark chocolate brown hair cut just the right length. He likes to work out so he is very fit. He has eyes that are a mixture of green and blue, what color they are really depends on the light. Sometimes the colors seem to mix and his eyes become a stunning color no one can really name. As a wolf he is not much different, except his eyes are brown, it is strange but no one can really explain it.
Personality: Gideon is a pretty nice guy, he likes to make people laugh and smile. Is someone doesn't feel good he tries to get them to laugh even if he has to make himself look like a fool. But Gideon is also a big flirt and can have a temper. In fact the reason that he likes to work out so much was because it helps keep him calm and from losing his temper and hurting someone. In fact that is is greatest fear, that he will hurt someone he cares about and he knows he would never be able to live with himself after that.
Crush:
Username:Joy
ID number: (#26821)
Character's name: Scarlet Anna O'Malley
Species: Wolf
Age: 18 Years
Race: Caucasian
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 128lbs
Appearance: As a human she has red hair that has a natural curl to it. She has dark blue eyes and pale skin with just a very light dusting of freckles across her nose. She is what you would call fine boned, thin, and to most she may seem small and weak, but in truth she is really rather strong. As a wolf her fur is much the same color as her hair, though with more brown hues to it. Her eyes remain the same stunning sapphire blue and are the only thing that makes me look different from a "real" wolf.
Personality: Scarlet has a soft voice and tends to go unnoticed, most of the time, underneath that quite appearance she has a fiery soul. She is very stubborn, very sassy and yet very shy. She doesn't have much confidence but does her best to hide it. She has a troubled home life that she doesn't tend to tell anyone about. She isn't fond of letting others into her life and she doesn't trust anyone easily if at all. So to earn her trust would be considered a great gift. She has a great fear of loving someone and has never been kissed in her life. The only time she doesn't feel scared or insecure is when she is a wolf, because then she can be free.
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Allie {Mrs. Winchester} (#26840)
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03-21-2015 at 12:14 PM
Scott: <br /> <br /> Red crimson blood trickled down my slightly tan muscular bicep while I gasped for breath, my chest heaving rapidly. "What in the heck was that for!?" I yelled forcefully at the suited man with a red-sliver switch blade pointed at me. Growling with anger, I clenched my white teeth, and stood up, my eyes dark with rage. Picking up my black leather jacket, I dusted off the dead grass while I put it on over my forest green short sleeved t-shirt and turned on my heels. "Fine, we're going!" I screamed, walking though the heavy fog that wrapped around my ankles.<br /> <br /> I made my way to the long, vacant, stretch of road to where my sporty black Porsche cayman was parked. The car wasn't very new, but, it hasn't even had the slightest scratch on it since I got it a few months back. Walking slowly to the door, I shoved my right hand into my dark denim jean pocket, taking a hold of the keys and pulling them out. Moving around the keys, I angrily searched for the correct one. Slipping through my shaking fingers, the keys fell to the ground with one small clack as I cursed under my breath. Bending over, I reached for them then noticed a red liquid near the front tire of my car. Glancing underneath the vehicle, I saw even more of the substance; it was blood. <br /> <br /> A branch snapped, forcing the instinct to attack right out of me. Growling, I leaped forward, and landed on a muscular, messy haired, bright faced, Gideon. "Come on man!" I yelled, rolling off his body that I had pinned to the ground, onto my feet. "What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack!?" Sighing, I then remembered the blood that could've almost stained my car. Rushing forward, I grabbed his shirt, and pushed him forcefully up against a spiked, rough, Angelica tree. Darn, I knew those things hurt like heck. My voice grew deep, "what did you do... are you trying to get us caught?" I released him, walking a good ten feet away, then turned back facing Gideon. Taking a few large steps back towards him and pointed my finger, and yelled "did you know that the investigator just had a freaken' knife pointed at me!?" I gritted my teeth. "Your lucky I know my way around a store," I chuckled. "Come on," I holland, making my way back to my car. I watched as he waked to the other side. "Your lucky you didn't get blood on my car," I laughed with a smirk, placing my hand on the door handle, and ripped it open. Jumping in, I locked the doors, slipped the key into the slot, and revved the engine. Man, that baby purred.<br /> <br /> After an hour of driving, I pulled over for some food at a local diner. Jumping out of the car, I waited for my punk brother to get off his lazy bum and get out of my car. Seeing him do so, I locked the doors. After giving him a long plain glance, I went to the glass door and pulled it open. The waitress who took our orders and seemed to be under Gideon's malevolent spell. I sat there quietly watching the young girl's behavior, trying to figure out what she was thinking. She was a petite little blonde. Clearing my throat, I attempted to collaborate with my brother and ordered a large hamburger with everything on it, besides mustard, oh, how I despise that yellowy liquid sorry excuse for a condiment! Receiving our wants, the young lady left- not before smiling at Gideon. My slightly dry eyes followed her to the kitchen, then flashed to my brother. "What do you think you are doing?" I growled. "No, you cannot go after that poor girl, Gideon! You know the rules." Clenching my fists, I flinched as his smart remark reached my ears. Sanding up, I picked up my burger, placed twenty bucks on the table, and angrily stormed outside. Opening the car door, I shoved my self into the seat and blasted my rock music; locking the doors. Scarfing down my burger, I wiped my mouth and took a sip of the water bottle I had stashed in the back of my seat. <br /> <br /> Ten minutes passed and Gideon came wandering out of the diner up to the passenger side door. I smiled and waved like a little kid. I heard him growl. Chuckling, I reached over, unlocked his door, and waited to him to hurry and get in. Taking off, we headed north. We soon arrived at a little town; <i>Lupine Ridge.</i> "Hell, how ironic," I murmured to myself. Driving by the highschool, I couldn't help but notice a young girl with slightly curled red hair. She was absolutely breathtaking. Something about her attracted me to her- I would've stayed to figure out, but, I was in the middle of driving. <br /> <br /> <br /> Caroline: <br /> <br /> Yawning, I stretched my arms and slowly got out of my bed, throwing my blue polkadot blanket across the room. Rubbing my head, I couldn't pinpoint what I had dreamt about. All I remember was seeing a tall, dark haired, green/blue eyed man, taking a hold of my arm, and biting it. Rather odd, I think. Or, is it? My wolf was starving. Looking down at my stomach, I walked over to the shower, and turned on the hot water. While warming up, I gathered some clothes and placed them into the bathroom along with my iPhone and speaker. Turning my music on shuffle, I set my phone down and began brushing out my hair. Undressing, I stepped in the shower, and let the hot water run down my body... Finishing ringing out my hair, I dried off and got dressed. I had picked out a nice red sweater with a tangerine looking scarf, dark skinny jeans, and dark brown dress boots. Ten minutes later, I dried my hair, then finally made my way downstairs to eat something. <br /> <br /> Jogging into the kitchen, my father stood at the counter top, looking at the daily newspaper. "Hey dad, I'm off to school," I attempted to walk out the door, then he grabbed me. He started saying something about one of the pack males came by last night while I was asleep and talked it him. I sighed in annoyance. darn, these slugs never stopped. Did my father not understand I just want to left alone? Growling, I pushed past him, grabbed my bag and keys, and bolted outside to my little electric blue Mini Cooper. The car was nicely designed and had two white stripes going down the middle. This was the last car that was made in this color, and not many people had it. <br /> <br /> Driving to school, I honked the horn at some guy driving a mustang because he wasn't driving fast enough. I wanted to see my best friend, and him being in the way isn't getting me anywhere... Speeding up, I safely passed him, then after a little while, turned into the school. Students were everywhere. Senior year, and I have to deal with this again? You have to be kidding, I thought to myself. A flash of red caught my eye and I quickly looked for somewhere to park. <br /> <br /> Snagging a parking spot, I jumped out of the car, locked the door, and ran over to the girl who I can call my best friend. "Scarlet!" I screamed, jumping on her back and wrapping my arms around her. Sliding off I giggled then gave her another hug. "I haven't seen you in a while. Father told me that your father took you to an outside pack meeting?" I whispered. Nodding, I grabbed her hand, and we skipped to the end of the lot, talking about everything that had happened over the summer. All the sudden, a loud purring noise came from the road, causing me to look. A darn near perfect black Porsche Cayman slowly drives by. I could've sworn the two guys in the car were staring at Scarlet and I. Giggling, I smiled and watched them drive off. "Well, they were cuteeee!" I laughed. Pushing on Scarlet's shoulder, I giggled more as she blushed and agreed. Taking her class schedule out of her hands, I looked over it. "Yes, we finally have the same classes!" We talked for another twenty minutes before we had to get to class. <br />