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Wolfie raced through the surrounding forrest, stumbling through the foliage and trees. The green and brown blended together, becoming a blurr in the corner of his wild eyes. In an instant, the ground disappeared; he leapt from the top of the bluff, rolling to along the ground a few hundred feet below. His bones popped and twisted, but with a quick jerk, were reset. He continued the chase.

Derikku's mind became cold, locked deep inside Wolfie's head. The split personality often served to help each other in fights, and locking oneself away, was a last resort in order to heal. Derikku had been absent for hours, a rather large lot of time for the regenerative abilities of a werewolf.

It was no matter though; now was the time for survival. Wolfie panted heavily, still racing between the thick, leafy behemoths. Wolfie smiled, laughing to himself. The light in between the trees peaked into his vision. He was almost there. The light began to engulf him. He was free.

A sharp pain caught his right shoulder as he cleared the tree line. He yelped and rolled into the open field. His shoulder sizzled and gurgled as the silver in the arrow reacted with his lycanthropy cells. He cursed aloud and sprinted into the city ahead. There he could escape. There he would start his plan into action. Too long had he been hunted by this cult. It had been three full days of running before today, and he still had not been able to escape the scouts aligned with the faction. The U.P. they called themselves, Unhuman Prevention. Anything that didn't follow the strict genetic codes all humans posses, was condemned. Lycans, Vampires, and Magicians of all forms, despite the fact that most U.P. members were trained in unhuman combat and tactics. The group was lethal, quiet, and most of all covert. They were even more secretive than the mythic beasts they stalked.

Wolfie quickly dropped the thoughts from his mind; now was not the time for reminiscence. He ripped into the city, making for the first intersection he could without being completely left in the open. He could feel his tracker's eyes boring into him. He was waiting for the perfect shot. Wolfie darted to his left crossing the street, then into an alleyway. He dug his claws into the brick laden walls, quickly scaling them to the roof of the complex. With a quick thrust, he forced his hand through the cieling, then forced the ground to give away, collapsing a rather large hole in the top floor.

This would by him some time. The change of lycanthropy doesn't take all too long, for a single souled creature. It can become quite tricky changing with two, however. It would be like, changing seats in the front of a car at exactly the same time; only, now one of the passengers is unconscious. Wolfie tried again, quickly forcing himself to take human form, lumping Derikku's mind into the more animal one. He gathered up some clothes from the surrounding room, taking a simple blue button up shirt, some boxers, and a pair of blue jean pants. With this, he began to run down stairs, following the voices of the humans around him.

"The building's going to collapse!"

"Everyone out! Come on, come on! Anyone left up there!?"

Wolfie paused, before leaping down another flight of stairs. "Yeah, I'm coming down, just get everyone out front across the street! Don't want anyone to be hurt or missing, do we?" he replied, fastening the last button onto his shirt.
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Help or hinder Derikku and Wolfie? The choice is yours. Find your way into the world, become entwined. Learn who is chasing the boy, learn why. Join the fight, and reveal a secret that may change the world forever. This is Part I of three, and is the full explanation for both of my characters, Derikku and Tsuriko. Want to be apart of the myth? The legend? Join up and find out an age old secret, and be a part of history.



A character profile should have the minimum of this-

Name:
Age:
Race:
Height/Weight:
Appearance: (text or pic)
Short Bio: (100 words or more please)

I'd appreciate a full character sheet, this is just the minimum required.

The IC Topic can be found here: The Cleansing IC

Yes it's good, and I know- you can't restrict anything from my passion.

Good to see you join, my love. I suppose we'll keep things casual for a few days until one or two more people join.

Name: Abigale Hunter
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Hybrid/Magician
Heritage: Celtic
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 152lbs
Appearance: Abigale has medium length choppy auburn hair, that falls just under her shoulders, her bangs fall to her chin, making it long enough to tie back out of her face. Her eyes are a emerald green with a ring of gold around her pupil. Abigale's skin is a light tan color, but her freckles on her face, back and arms make her look just a little lighter then what she is. Abigale has a nice healthy hourglass figure, but has a strong athletic build. Her fingernails are a little long, but abnormally strong and thick. On her back are two jagged pink and angry scars, about 2' in length down her back, and 3" in width. This is where her huge and beautiful red wings once rested until she had them taken from her.
Clothing: Abigale wears tan cargo capris, and a burgundy red sleeveless v-neck, with a tan leather jacket. She also wears light weight tan hiking boots. Finally, she usually always has a ratty brown back-pack full of all sorts of little items, and a hunters knife on her belt.
Weapon: Her "talons" (nails), fists. She prefers dueling swords, but lost those with her wings.
Abilities: Super strength, speed, agility, and senses. Can create and control fire, and tell what to and not to burn.
Short Bio: Once known as Phoenix, Abigale grew up in Ireland in hiding with her hybrid father and magical mother. Most of the town folks left them alone up until Abigale was 12. Someone in the village who found their supernatural appearance a threat, contacted the U.P., and the Hunter family was attacked. Abigale's mother held them off as long as she could while Abby and her father took flight, and went into hiding. Over the next 3 years, Abby's father began calling her Phoenix since she was developing fire powers just like her mother. One night, Phoenix and her father were attacked, and Phoenix escaped, but her father did not. For the next 4 years, Phoenix trained herself, making herself a very dangerous enemy to the U.P. Then, Phoenix was captured, and they took her wings, just to torture her before the killed her. But they underestimated her abilities, and she escaped, killing all but one who took her family, and wings. Now, Phoenix travels with a constant ache of where her wings once were, and a white hot burning deep in her heart for revenge.

Approved! You can now post in the IC thread.

Long time no see, SP.

I know right? I usually go threw fazes when I RP a lot, to a little, then stop for a while, then I get into the swing of things again... Meh, what can you do? But I'll probably hang in there for a while this time, although with work and life attacking me all at once, i'll only really be able to reply in the morning and at night generally...

Oh well though... so, you think you and Musuaki could slow it down so I don't have to read a page and a half daily to catch up XD

We tend to post slow as it is, I think you'll be fairly quick to keep up. Just a post or two oughtta keep you in the game.

I'm not in the building. I'm on the fire escape, and I assumed it was out since D's character thought about dragging you around by it so I assumed it was out now. Sorry for the misunderstanding.

I was in another hotel, jumped out the window to the next building, not outside your window, and now running up the fire escape.

Again, sorry, if you don't follow, I'll edit if you would like. Again, apologies.

My bad, Mususaki. I changed my old post and new post to match up to what you wrote; my bad, ma love.