Dusk Roleplay Club Characters

Name;; Bo Jackson
Age;; Bo is about 20, though he appears to be only about 17 or 18.
Race;; Werewolf
Rank;; Unofficial Alpha
Gender;; Male

Physical Appearance;; Bo is a big guy. He stands at a few inches above 6 foot and is laced with enough muscle that it gives him a burly appearance. His hair appears to be neatly buzzed short, but it simply does not grow and has not since he was bitten. He also seems to always have a thin layer of scruff on his face that perfectly matches his dark brown hair. He has big, expressive eyes that resemble the color of milk chocolate.

Wolf Appearance: In his wolf form, Bo is decently too large to fit in as a normal wolf- presumably due to his large stature as a human. His pelt is dark, black with some chocolate brown color poking through. The fur on his back is darker than the fur on his underbelly and chest. A dash of white sites just below his nose on his bottom lip.

Likes;; Being in his wolf form. Sometimes he spends so much time in his wolf form its hard to remember how to walk on two legs.

Dislikes;; That he is expected to lead the pack, though he doesn't let that little secret be known. Vampires.

Strengths;; The members of the pack swear Bo should have been born a wolf. He has strong pack instincts and is a natural born leader. He can coordinate an attack with his pack better than he can hunt down his own dinner.

Weaknesses;; Bo is often much too worried about his pack members to remember that he has to focus on his own safety too. He gets much too distracted when around his pack or people he is loyal too because he is always looking over them. He is extremely protective.

Fears;; Becoming alpha, but again keeps it secret. He is also afraid of being separated from his pack- though that???s only because he can no longer keep an eye on them. Bo has no sense of self-preservation and very rarely fears for himself.

Personality;; The boy seriously should have just been born a dog. He is not the brightest but he thrives on his instincts alone. He acts too often on instinct and rarely thinks things through. He is insanely loyal and protective and all around good-natured.

Weapons & Equipment;; In his human form he carries a small knife with a fire started, but it has never seen combat. He always relies solely on his lupine form to fight.
A small grey wolf is constantly at Bo's side. He found the grey wolf as a pup a few years ago and the pup had been separated from the pack. Presumably the pup sensed Bo's alpha nature and the two have been inseparable since. The wolf's name is Scout and follows Bo everywhere.

Occupation;; None. Bo generally eats, sleeps, and drinks in his wolf form.

History;; Bo was only 12 when he snuck out of his parents house one night to go play down by the creek. Unfortunately, he picked the worst night to do it as the moon was full in the sky. He was just about to return home when he was stopped in his tracks by a low growling noise. He was attacked and his assailant to this day is still unknown. The pain was intense and soon he morphed in to his lupine form. He spent years wandering the woods on 4 paws before coming across the alpha of his current pack. The alpha immediately recognized him to be a werewolf. It took a couple weeks but soon Bo was finally able to morph back in to his human form. Because he had fully matured as a wolf, his human body had fully matured too. He has since stopped growing, but his body had fully matured so it doesn't bother him.

He joined the pack and the alpha took him under his wing (so to say). The alpha never took a mate so when he died just a short couple of months ago, the pack turned to Bo for guidance, as he was the only named heir. Bo has yet to accept the role though he still leads the pack when necessary. He is spending more and more time in his human form to escape his responsibilities.

It is rumored that Bo's personality is so much wolf-like because of the first few years as a werewolf that he spent as a wolf.

Roleplay Sample;;
Gentle paws scathed the perfectly erect clearing. Muzzle low, he walked with flawless grace. His smokey grey pelt swayed gently in the breeze. He held his slender body close to the ground, the stance of a born fighter. His build was small, his muscles just starting to build beneath his pelt. He was just barely a considerable adult.

Piercing green eyes followed a path trailed before him. Ears twitching slightly, he remained close to the ground- following an unfamiliar scent through the endless night. It was faint, but definitely there. As he inched forward he realized he had stumbled onto unknown territory.

Stopping abruptly, he fell back on his haunches. His snow white muzzle raised to the heavens. A loud, piercing, howl echoed threw the forest. He waited for a response to his request. Though a loner, he tried not to intrude on a pack's terra.

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Name;; Trey Sharp
Age;; Was bitten at 17, has been a vampire for 5 years.
Race;; Vampire
Rank;; No rank. Tends to move alone.
Gender;; Male

Physical Appearance;; He is relatively tall, just under 6 foot. He is slender but with a healthy looking muscular build. His dirt blonde hair is always unkempt, falling over his ears and his eyes in a slovenly manner. He has pale green eyes that most cannot look in to for more than a second without becoming unnerved. He has very strong facial features, his pale skin tight against his scored jaw.

Likes;; He entertains himself by frolicking with the humans. He finds it more fun to gain his victims trust before feeding, rather than just brutally attacking like most of his kind.

Dislikes;; Werewolves. Everything about the entire species.

Strengths;; He's a smooth talker, filled to the brim with charm. Besides his normal vampires strengths, he's extremely fast- more so than most vampires.

Weaknesses;; He has a tendency to lose his temper, let his emotions get the best of him. When this happens, he turns in to a senseless killing machine but is actually much more vulnerable.

Fears;; He'll claim all day that he has no fears, but he's terrified of the wolves.

Personality;; In his human days, he was probably a good guy. A ladies man and a charmer. That all ended when he was changed, and he harbors some resentment because of this. Still his past life shows, even in his hunting technique. He is a loner by nature but socializes as a form of amusement.

Weapons & Equipment;; None.

Occupation;; None.

History;; Before he was changed he was a squire, in training to become a knight for the Kingdom of Corinthirn. He felt blessed to be able to serve his kingdom, and it was his entire life. When he was changed, he knew he could never return so he somewhat exiled himself.

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Name;; Macie Moore
Age;; 16
Race;; Human
Rank;; Werewolf sympathizer (under-statement)
Gender;; Female

Physical Appearance;; Macie is of average height for her time and age, and is a little bit too slim due to a lack of food. She had faded brown hair that falls past her shoulders. Her eyes are a dark, almost navy, blue. She is pretty in the face, but certainly nothing special.

Likes;; She is obsessed with the wolves, though she has no actually proof that werewolves exist. She loves all the stories and even learned to read so that she could absorb all of the written stories about the creatures.

Dislikes;; That some people think she is absolutely crazy for believing that the werewolves exist and that they're not bad.

Strengths;; She is very passionate. Anything that she gets in her head she is absolutely going to make it happen.

Weaknesses;; She is extremely stubborn.

Fears;; That werewolves may actually be bad like the stories say.

Personality;; Macie is generally very sweet, although she has a fiery side. She is passionate and will stick to her guns to the end.

Weapons & Equipment;; None.

Occupation;; She travels from village to village, trying to find out what she can about the wolves. She will often find a shop in each village to work for temporarily while she is there.

History;; When she was a young child, she adored playing in the woods. One day she was playing in a creek when she slipped and fell in to a deep spot. When she fell she had broken her arm on a rock, and couldn't pull herself back to land. She was pulled out by a large brown wolf who even helped to get her back home. Her parents were in awe, though they never believed that it was a werewolf like their daughter did. She claims it was the wolf's eyes that made her so sure.