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The horses pawed the ground uneasily, they could feel the tension of their riders. One man had a musket at the ready, in case anything tryed to attack. The ladies with the soldiers glanced around fearfully, their intuition told them something was wrong.

A twig cracked. The ladies jumped, looking around. Somewhere to there right, a growl was heard. A creature, some strange hybrid of human and wolf, jumped forward from the trees towards the women. The man with the musket fired, the shot easily took out that wolf-man. One of the men-whose ears were oddly pointed, readied a cross bow as more wolf-men circled in...

These were cursed men, the wolves. Cursed by the witches of the plains, ostrisized by civilization. But only three days each month did they turn into wolves, to attack those that had turned their backs on them. For these were the Dark Ages of Europe, the untold tales of the loup hommes, the wolf-men of France.

In case you haven't already geussed, this is a werewolf roleplay. Of course, I mentioned elves, so you don't have to be a werewolf. All normal rules apply, as well as the fact that your character doesn't have to be French.

Bios:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Species:
Apperance:
History/Personality:

Name: Anette
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Species: werewolf
Apperance: In human form she is tall and pale, with curly dark brown hair pinned up on the top of her head. She is usually found wearing a green velvet dress, which matches her eyes, as well as a fur-lined green velvet cloak. In wolf form, she has dark brown fur, thick and curly. She mantains a docile apperance in both forms.
History/Personality: Her apperance is docile because she herself is docile. She was raised as a noble lady, but was cursed. The reasoning behind the curse is unknown. She hails from France, but is well educated in English speech.

name:Dana
age:16
species:werewolf
gender:female
appearence:In wolf form she is silver, in human form she is tall, pale, with long dark brown hair with a silver streak in her long bangs. She looks a lot like Drusilla if any of you know who that is. She usually wears a blood red long velvet and lace dress or a white lace dress.
history/personality:She was raised an english noblewomen and was born in Denmark. When she was cursed, she gained her two silver streaks. She is fluent in german, french, castillion(not spelled right) spanish, and greek. She is slightly insane, treated like a princess, and very pretty.

Name: Dartagnan
Gender: male
Age: 19
species: second generation werewolf (he was born a werewolf)
apperance: His build is that of a hunter, thin, yet muscular. His hair is long and a slightly dirty blonde, tired back by leather tongs, with many long bits falling around his face, which is slightly oval shaped, with a sharp nose. He wears leather hunting outfits, and carries a quiver of arrow. His eyes are pale gray-green, which mantains their color even in his wolf form, in which he is a muscular albino.
history/personality: His mother and father were two of the first to be cursed. He was born as a werewolf, and lives up to his name which means "Leader" in his native tongue of French, which he speaks fluently and most of the time.(yay, fun with Google langauge tools!) He has a short temper- nearly any thing will set him off. However, many times he will be infaturated - nowadays we call it a crush - by women. These crushes don't last too long though. And if you're curious, the type of woman he is is intressed is tall, pale, and dark haired...

((please, girls, don't have every girl character be like this, or i'll leave and take Dartagnan with me! ))

Name:Kiana
Age:18
Gender:female
Species:Witch
Apperance:She is built beautifully and she is light tan. She has long wavy layered light blonde hair. She has silver eyes.She wears as long extremally drappy dress(oh I have a pic of it just a sec..http://secure.potpourrigroup.com/CatalogSites/images/P9748B.jpg )
Personality: She is outgoing in a wierd mysterios way. She is extremaly kind but when she is mad you'd better watch out.

PS: She is not a bad person

Name: Jinnapher
Gender: Femme, DUH >.<
Age: 18
Species: Human
Apperance: With her pale skin, and long black hair, she looked like a ghost. Her thin frame held green eyes and let a white celtic dress hang off it. Her bright green eyes are dull with boredom half the time, but she doesn't mind. On her feet are nothing, usually bare. [Dress URL: http://www.allthingsrenaissance.com/dre ... _dress.jpg ... that is NOT Jin...]
History/Personality: Personality: Secretive, alone. Gets Annoyed VERY easily and quickly if bothered enough. History: Doesn't remember.

((Yay! Someone join WITHOUT the pressureing of the Brute Squad, by which I mean SI. I think this is enough people start, isn't it?))

Anette held her lantern above her head, peering out into the fog. The white clouds snaked around her arms, almost dragging her down into more fog and mist. She screamed as it curled around her ankle like a tendril and yanked. "Laissez-moi partir! Je NE VEUX PAS aller avec vous! Laissez-moi partir!!!" She yelled in French as she was sucked into the fog.

She sat up screaming from the nightmare. "Il est seulement un rêveur... oui, un rêve. C'est tout." She said to her self.

((Okay, if you want to know what the French stuff says, go to Google and translate it. But you probably won't, being lazy, so the first part says: Let me go! I DON'T WANT to go with you! Let me go!!! and the second one says: It is only a dream...Yes, a dream. That's all.

((what is that supposed to mean? I am not the brute squad, you PBride lover!!!))

Dartangnan pulled his bow string taunt. He was on the outskirts of the loup-homme encampment. He was ready to fire -

A scream broke his consentration, and the arrow snapped from the bowstring, hitting a tree. The stag he had been aiming at heard this, and fled. The wolf-man cursed, storming into the camp to find whoever had cost them all dinner.

((Hi Dark (mind if I call ya that, my little sevie friend?) glad some one didn't join with out my...erm...Celknota don't you dare say brute squad!!!...um, encouragement...))

((*blinks* Hi Fizz! ^^))

Jinna looked around, sitting on the ground, sighing softly, her toes playing with the wild grass. She stares into the bushes, then lies back onto her well...back. She gazes at the stars, pointing out Orion and The big and little Dipper. She finds Cancer, her birth sign in the zodiac. She sighs and rolls onto her side, staring into darkness...

Kiana opened her eyes. She just finshed casting a protective spell on herself. There had been too many attacks on her from werewolfs.And not just one or two werewolfs repeatedly attacking her there were at least eight diffrent ones. That was more then she was comfortable with. They were doing a common sterotype that just because she was a witch she was the one that turned them. But she wasn't she doesn't use dark spells well not that often anyway.She stood up, and she flick some of her almost white blonde hair out of her face, she stared up at the creasent moon in the sky, her brillient silver eyes reflecting the moonlight. She sighed as she collected her things. She started heading for her hut just out side of town.

((for any of you that care, this is what Dana looks like in her white and red dresses, only she has silver streaks. http://cf.geocities.com/merylsbuffy/images/drusilla.jpg http://vampire.borderline-angel.com/buf ... pike19.jpg))

"Le vent chuchote de telles choses terribles à moi. Psst, psst, psst. Le monde venant à une extrémité et à personne ici pour la sauver,," Dana whispered as she danced in a small circle in the encampment. She strocked her long hair and laid herself down on the cool ground. "I've got peace like a river in my soul," she sang softly.

((ya wanna know what Dana said in french? LOOK IT UP YOU LAZY BUMS!))

((Cool little saying, aster!))

Anette stood. she was already fully dressed, as she had no other clothes. She set about the demanding task of pinning her hair up, but was soon frustrated with it, and gave up, letting her hair fall to her shoulders. She heard angry footsteps drawing closer to her tent. "Qui est celui?" she called out, and waited for the reply.

Kiana came acrocss an encampment. She heard a woman ask angerly "Who are you?" thinking the woman was talking to her she walked over to the woman and said "Mon nom est Kiana. Je traverse ici pour devenir à la maison."

Jin turns, looking at the two. She sighs, getting up and brushing some dirt off herm white dress. She stands by them, her green eyes looking at the two women as she speaks."Salut, jai s'appelle Jinnapher." she tells the two and nods, waiting for a response. In the meantime, her mind was asking her why she did that. She wasn't friendly and out going. This was something new to her...Only three people knew her name. Her mother, her father and herself. Nobody ever got it. [I am learning french, please bear with me...]

"Je suis Dartagnan, Madame," He said to the woman who had called out. This was clearly the one who had screamed. "Are you the one who yelled?" he demanded angrily, sore about the loss of his meal. And trust me, he does not take loss of food lightly.

Jin looks to Dar then nods. "Oui, J'ai crié." she tells him, taking the blame for dinner. "Something m'a effrayé..."