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April 2014
17

Anonymous asked

Who will Alfie Greene's FC be?

Alfie will be played by Daniel Gillies, little gray.

April 2014
17
Nobody better understands the nature of wolves than the residents of Mercy Creek.

Deep within the thick vegetation of the forest surrounding this town lies a population of wolves. Wolves that are unlike any other kind in the world. You see, these wolves are special. Skin walkers. Creatures that have the ability to change their form. From wolf to man. Man to wolf. Do not be fooled by the harmony within the town. Darker things lurk within. Come, stay a while: and learn about the legend of Mercy Creek.
For all born and bred residents of Mercy Creek, the cries of a wolf in the night is no stranger to their daily routine. Trapped between the forest and the ocean, Mercy Creek residents are stuck in a hotspot for the natural forces. Within the forests of Mercy Creek lie two packs—rival packs; packs who deal with the forces of nature and are trapped into their true forms during the long and harsh winters that Maine provides. The wolves are no strangers to this small, seaside town. In fact, these packs are as much part of the population within the city as the people are. The only telltale point of the dangers these packs provide is their rivalry. The hatred one pack has for humans and the other pack. The peace that the second pack tries to keep in regards to the first. Constantly butting heads, these two packs are at a constant war within each other—and the town they call home.
A storm is brewing and a tide is coming within the town of Mercy Creek. It is up to you and you alone to decide if you’re willing to endure it.

FULL PLOT † MESSAGE US † CHARACTERS † THE LORE † APPLICATION COUNT

Nobody better understands the nature of wolves than the residents of Mercy Creek.

Deep within the thick vegetation of the forest surrounding this town lies a population of wolves. Wolves that are unlike any other kind in the world. You see, these wolves are special. Skin walkers. Creatures that have the ability to change their form. From wolf to man. Man to wolf. Do not be fooled by the harmony within the town. Darker things lurk within. Come, stay a while: and learn about the legend of Mercy Creek.

For all born and bred residents of Mercy Creek, the cries of a wolf in the night is no stranger to their daily routine. Trapped between the forest and the ocean, Mercy Creek residents are stuck in a hotspot for the natural forces. Within the forests of Mercy Creek lie two packs—rival packs; packs who deal with the forces of nature and are trapped into their true forms during the long and harsh winters that Maine provides. The wolves are no strangers to this small, seaside town. In fact, these packs are as much part of the population within the city as the people are. The only telltale point of the dangers these packs provide is their rivalry. The hatred one pack has for humans and the other pack. The peace that the second pack tries to keep in regards to the first. Constantly butting heads, these two packs are at a constant war within each other—and the town they call home.

A storm is brewing and a tide is coming within the town of Mercy Creek. It is up to you and you alone to decide if you’re willing to endure it.

FULL PLOT † MESSAGE US † CHARACTERS  THE LORE † APPLICATION COUNT
April 2014
13

Anonymous asked

Who are the admins playing?

Hi dear! The admins will be playing: 

  • Admin L: Eden Chapman
  • Admin N: Quinn Flanagon
  • Admin D: Elijah Houtman

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April 2014
13

Admin Note: First Batch Posted!

Hello Role-Playing Community! I, Admin L, just wanted to let y’all know that our entire first batch has been posted, with the exception of the Idris Elba character since Admin N is currently away from Internet and important things like Tumblr.

We are also totally accepting applications and we will be getting an opening date out to all of you within the week! 

So come, lurk around Mercy Creek, and see if a character catches your eye! We’d love to hear from you all!

Admin L

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April 2014
13

Anonymous asked

Will you have a Jennifer Morrison FC or a Stana Katic fc?

Okay, I’m a little weird, so I don’t know who Stana Katic is but she looks beautiful. And Jennifer Morrison is the love of my life so I can definitely see her popping up in the near future! 

Admin L

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April 2014
13

princessofmyr asked

i was wondering when the new oppening date will be.

Sadly, it has not been decided yet. Things were so busy in my life that I couldn’t pay attention to this roleplay, although now everything is cleared up! Admin N is out of town this weekend, but will be returning tonight or tomorrow and I will discuss it with him then.

When it’s all figured out, I promise we’ll let you guys know! We’re so sorry for the wait and how long everything is taking. And we’re so thankful you’ve stuck around with us! Hopefully, things will be up and running again within the current week.

-Admin L

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April 2014
13

When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.”

† Basics ;

  • Species → Werewolf, Corpus
  • Level → Five
  • Rank → Alpha
  • Age → 37
  • Occupation → English Teacher & Principal of Mercy Creek High School.

† Status ;

  • Neighborhood → Timberland Cottages, two bedroom - lives alone.
  • Residency Status → Resident (19 years).
  • Acts of Humanity → 11
  • The Animal Within → 1,297

† Personality ;   

+ Captivating, eloquent, and individualistic.

- Pompous, moody, perfectionist, and cantankerous.

† History ;

Savanna ran. Every steel cable of self-control that tethered her to her serenity suddenly snapped as if it was an old, rotted string. Every muscle in her body was screaming and sighing simultaneously – begging, pleading, raging for violence – taut and poised for any action she decided upon. Of course the result of the tsunami of conflicting desires was that she was rooted helplessly to the spot, paralyzed as she burned and ached and throbbed for some kind of release. Savanna had always considered herself to be a rational person. She thought it was one of her strengths. Even as a killer, she was methodical… Even-tempered. She had an uncanny ability to predict what people were thinking and so, in some small way, she always felt in control of most social situations. She liked being in control. She liked being rational. Killers, by nature however, aren’t rational. They are instinctual. Supreme predators, using their unparalleled senses to hunt and kill their prey. They’re supremely selfish beings and had no need to be understanding or merciful, acting without conscience or consequence. And that’s the thing. Savanna Cruz, daughter and killer of Corpus’ former Alpha, was never fond of the act of killing. But she was, and still is, fond of power.

Her life began with a decision. A quick summary for the story? Once upon a time, a little girl mourned for her family. Once upon a time, she found the cause of it. Once upon a time, she turned against him. But killing the one man who helped her was not part of that plan. This isn’t a story about how family conquers all however, nor how good always prevails over evil. At twelve, she was a rebellious kid with more than one special thing about her, but still nothing to indicate the panjandrum of infamy she would soon command. It was well-remembered how her dark brown eyes shone bright with childlike mischief, how her smile was cheeky in its roguishness, how her cheekbones and angular jaw were still preternatural and premature. Driven and daring, she had a self-generated urge and determination with which she discovered the world and herself. Her father chose her out of her brothers, leaving them with a mentally unstable mother. He trained and polished her battle moves, perfected her shifts during the winters, and made her into a silent killer. But he invoked a part of Savanna that should have been kept hidden for the sake of his own life. Once a daughter who did everything her father told her to do, Savanna found that she wanted one thing her father was standing in the way from: her father’s best friend and her own mentor, Corpus’ Alpha.

The terrible claws of a need for power dug deeply into her chest, and the concept of what was right and what was wrong deserted her. All of her past choices were made from the standpoint of satisfying the everlasting sense of revenge — the one she’d carried with her for years. They were based on the trauma of her past, which made them all shaky, unstable and tragically flimsy. If only she wasn’t engulfed with the haze of her power-hungry personality, if only she’d toned it down just a little bit, maybe her mentor would still be leading his pack with an iron fist. But Savanna looks back at her past as a reminder of how far she has come, at the little figure of her younger self, the self of the distant past still untainted by a corrupted soul. But to her, the conversations, the memories seem ethereal at this point in her life. As if they were things that happened under cloak of darkness, that are now vanquished by the sun. Like confessions, and admissions, and honesty. And now that she’s Corpus’ Alpha, Savanna doesn’t plan on letting anyone strip her of her new title.

† Connections ; 

Her younger brother, but seemingly more capable brother Samson, the one with the potential and the expectations, had walked out of the ashes of devastation, scarred and shaken. He had his very foundations of trust and belief in others, especially Savanna, and let himself be torn down. He had been stripped bare of all he thought was true in this world and had been reborn in a wash of blood and hurt, fire and ice, and now he stood as someone new and infinitely stronger. Thankfully however, Savanna believes her brother has no intention on trying to fight for a spot as Alpha; which is more than alright with her.

When Savanna looks at her youngest brother Sebastian now, she doesn’t see the fragile, weak boy who ruined helplessly stayed behind Samson’s shadow. She sees a man who struggled against the darkness inside himself and fought with all his might to change. It makes feel guilty however, but only a little, because she made him stay with a mother who couldn’t take care of even herself. At the time, Savanna wasn’t trying to choose between her brothers and their father. But it was a choice between her brothers and her power-hungry self, and the demon won and would have gone on winning no matter what she did. Although the relationship between the two was never a good one, the two manage better than Savanna and Samson. But now with Sebastian’s current want to become Corpus’ Alpha, proclaiming he’s the true heir of the Cruz siblings, Savanna knows she has to silence him one way or another. No matter what it takes.

Her face claim is Lana Parrilla and she is currently open.
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April 2014
13

“I wish the ghosts would not make a home in our bones.”

† Basics ;

  • Species → Werewolf & Hunter, Tueuses des Damnés
  • Level → One
  • Skill → Weapon Proficiency
  • Age → 26
  • Occupation → Unemployed.

† Status ;

  • Neighborhood → Oak View Drive, one bedroom - lives alone.
  • Residency Status → New to Town
  • Pure of Heart → 1,293
  • Corrupted Soul → 2,304

† Personality ;   

+ Determined, brave, strategic, cunning. 

- Vengeful, bitter, short-sighted, stubborn.

† History ;

Blood and gore. Fight until the death. Never show weakness. Fight—die—bleed. These were all things that Theo Maybelle had to grow up with when he was born into his family. A purebred werewolf, Theo had a lot of things to live up to within his family. He came from a strong bloodline—a bloodline that was proud of who they were and weren’t afraid to tell everyone about it either. Had Theo been a little smarter when he was younger, he would have eventually seen that as being a downfall. A little Prince to the tyrant King. It was no surprise to anyone who knew of werewolves to know that the Maybelle’s were wild, bloodthirsty wolves that terrorized humans upon humans, and shed more gallons blood than they could count. This pack had an infamous reputation; this pack had a target painted on their back the moment that the Tueuses des Damnes, caught wind of them. There must always be a balance in the world—good and evil. Light and dark. Fat and skinny. Smart and dumb. Boy and girl. Werewolves and hunters. Hunters that trained tooth and nail since they could walk to take down the wolves that threatened to expose the supernatural world. Wolves, like the Maybelle’s.

However, what people didn’t seem to get was that it wasn’t Theo’s father that was forcing terror down everybody’s throats. It was his grandfather. If anything, Theo’s parents were humble and sweet creatures. Creatures that valued humans and understood what they provided to the world. Theo was an animal, yes—but he wasn’t wholeheartedly animalistic. He was the same as his parents. But the Hunters didn’t understand that and soon enough, everyone in his entire family was being slaughtered. The Hunters were dead set on making the Maybelle pack extinct—and it wasn’t long until they found Theo and his family. It didn’t matter that Theo and his parents had long escaped the inevitable reputation of being a Maybelle; it didn’t matter that Theo and his family never did anything to harm an innocent creature; it didn’t matter that all they wanted to do was co-exist in a world where humans and werewolves could live in peace. No. All that mattered was the fact that they shared the same surname. All that mattered was the fact that they shared Maybelle blood and had been born from that savage pack. And that was all that mattered as Theo hid and watched his parents get slaughtered right before his very eyes—their blood staining the carpet of the place he once called home.

Apparently, the Hunters didn’t know about Theo—that he was even alive. And it was for that anonymity he was thankful. Taking hold of a new name, Theo now goes by the name Seven. Seven, because of the seven hunters he had counted when they burst into his home. Seven, because of the seven minutes that had passed while his parents died. Seven, because of how many years he forced himself to train to be stronger and stronger in both his human and werewolf form. He refused to be a werewolf anymore; he refused to even acknowledge it. He stayed in locations where the temperature never dropped below forty and the only time he even thought about shifting was when the full moon hit. That was the only time he allowed himself to grieve. Years were spent training and hunting down the bastards that had killed his family; time which soon became useful when the knowledge appeared that this government base—that these Hunters—resided in France. It didn’t take long, but soon enough Seven infiltrated the faction; and soon enough, he was one of them. They wouldn’t even suspect him when he took them down one by one—although, with their new location being Mercy Creek, Maine, Seven may have a few new things to worry about.

† Connections ; 

Logan was Seven’s first. First kiss, first date, first fuck, first everything. And Seven was Logan’s first as well. However, there was a difference between the two. A difference that broke up their entire relationship. Logan loved Seven; Seven didn’t give two shits about Logan. It wasn’t that Seven was a heartless being and couldn’t care for another person—it was just that Seven couldn’t distract himself with such things. So, he broke Logan’s heart (not that it had any effect on him). They dated, they fucked, and then Seven dropped him—Logan was just another Hunter. A Hunter that Seven used to wiggle his way deeper into the depths and relationships of the Tueuses des Damnes. It was all strategic and it wasn’t as if Seven could tell Logan that. However, things seemed to be shifting on Logan’s end. What had only been a relationship where the two avoided each other, Logan was starting to become a bit too nosy for Seven’s liking. Ever since they arrived in Mercy Creek, Logan had been warming up to the place—and to Seven again—in ways that he didn’t like. In ways that Seven was determined to put a stop to before Logan found out things that he should not know. 

He sniffed her out the moment that she entered their group. It wasn’t hard, what with him being a werewolf as well, and it wasn’t long before a curiosity piqued within Seven. He isn’t sure why Madeleine decided to shove herself into this world and into the false identity of being a Hunter. He wasn’t sure what kind of agenda she held that would force her into doing something so dangerous when he didn’t know if she even had the training to keep up with them. Seven had spent the majority of his life training to become of these Hunters so that he could take them down. Madeleine, though strong and fierce, didn’t seem like she had the utmost confidence in herself. He kept his distance, refusing to let her find out that he too was a werewolf, but he watched her from afar. He analyzed her patterns and watched her moves, protecting her from any line of fire. Because even though he didn’t trust her, she was still a werewolf. Like him. And, as it seemed, she was there trying to protect her own pack. Seven could respect that, but if she did anything to get in his way, he won’t hesitate to take her out.

His face claim is Daniel Sharman and he is currently open.
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April 2014
13

Anonymous asked

Ugh, this rpg is so amazing I want to drop all my current ones just so I have the time to solely dedicate to this one <3

Oh my gosh, lil’ grey, you’re literally the sweetest!!! We’d love to have you here too :)

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