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To start this RP, we need five or so people to portray the werewolves.

Your profiles should include name, gender, appearance, age, sexual orientation, personality, and other tidbits of information that might be useful.

Please don't godmod or cyber or anything like that. Language I don't have a problem with, just don't make it gratuitous.

I cant be the only one into werwolves :O razz

Name: Alex Taverner
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance: Tall, blond hair, blue eyes, Caucasian.
Personality: Alex is a good friend to the people he knows, but tends to avoid everyone else, as he has trouble connecting with most people. He is of average intelligence, but is deeply philosophical. He sometimes suffers from mood swings and bouts of depression, and is mildly obsessive compulsive. He reads quite a lot (usually fantasy novels), and listens to music from the 80's.
Bio: Alex has recently moved from the city and his family, on an impulse, to live by himself in a small town in the middle of nowhere.
He cannot recall the exact circumstances of becoming a werewolf, and unusually his human memory of being a werewolf (and vice versa) is hazy at best.
Due to his amnesia-of-sorts, it has become somewhat of an obsession of his to find out more about his past; the past even his family never knew about.
Theme song: Hungry Like the Wolf (Duran Duran)

((Ok, we can start now. Other people can join later.))

I began to run like hell.
I knew I couldn’t stop. I didn’t know what the thing was, or why the hell I should be running away from this intense white light, or even what would happen if I just gave up and let it envelop me. I just knew that to slow down meant to die, and this intense explosion of sheer light somehow chasing me through the pitch-black midnight forest at a breakneck pace was an alien concept to me, and by extension, something to be avoided at all costs.
Instinct. That’s all us animals can really rely on. No greater level of intelligence to hinder our actions, just something at the back of minds instructing us what to do in order to survive.
It had served me well this far; why abandon it now?
But after the minutes of ceaseless escape from this strange, burning entity, I became weary. I began to slow down. Then those piercing visions returned all of a sudden to plague my already busy mind, but as I came to a halt, finally accepting that it had won and then readying myself for whatever would come next; I noticed that somehow this strange bright light and those odd abstract visions were exactly the same thing.
But how is that possible, I remember thinking; and of after that point I remember nothing.

Of all the days to feel exhausted beyond belief, not to mention nauseous and frightened by the bizarre, somehow terrifying abstract visions that had been occupying his dreams of late, Alex Taverner felt kind of pissed off that it had to be on the day where he had to sit three difficult exams on topics he couldn’t quite grasp. Not that he hadn’t experienced all these things before, even at the same time; but for some reason today he felt worse affected by them.
As he sat there, trying and ultimately failing to concentrate on the exam paper, Alex wondered to himself why things had to be this way. These days, he was feeling sick pretty much all the time, and when he wasn’t sick, he was tired. But usually, he was both. Not to mention the mood swings he suffered from, and his terrible nightmares.
Alex wondered if life was ever going to get better for him, and somehow, he doubted it.
With twenty-seven questions to go, and less than fifteen minutes in which to answer them, Alex fell asleep. This time, he didn’t dream. For some reason, he only saw these beautiful yet haunting visions at night.
These short sleeps he very occasionally slipped into during the daytime were the only times at which he could really be alone…

Unfortunately, fifteen minutes of peace were not enough to keep him going for any long amount of time.
From experience, he knew that tonight would be even worse, he'd have a few more disturbingly surreal dreams, and then wake up the next morning, dreary-eyed and just about ready to die.

"Pencils down." the teacher muttered nonchalantly, before coming to collect the exam papers in his usual indifferent manner.

"Damn." Alex muttered under his breath, realising that once again he had fallen asleep without having finished the test.

At least the teacher hadn't seemed to notice this, or anything at all, for that manner.

Desina propped her pencil on top of her ear,it was a habit she had since she was young.She hadn't answered all her questions,but couldn't care less,she was just glad one of her exams were over.Desina glanced at her teacher,he was a dopey old thing,didnt notice anything during exams.She guessed he probably fell asleep during them,dreaming about money or food or whatever.