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Christopher Kaplin

"Do I look like I care?"

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a character in “Blood of The Wolf”, originally authored by Simple_Imperfections, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Full Name:
Christopher Anthony Kaplin

Name Meaning:
Means bearing christ; but it doesn't matter to him

Nicknames:
Chris, Ant

Age:
16; Sixteen

Birthday:
August 10th

Pack:
Lunar Pack

Role:
Scout




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Hair Color:
Brown/Blonde(sometimes)

Eye Color:
Dark Brown

Wolf Fur Color:
Brown/Black

Race/Ethnicity:
White
British

Distinguishing Marks:
Various scratch and bite marks all over his body

Detailed Description:
Christopher is 5'10 and weighs about 230lbs. Most of his is muscle. His wolf, on all fours, is about 4'6" and weighs 310lbs. His wolf is rather large for a scout. But he is still quick on his paws. His hair is a dark brown that he does occasionally die a light golden color when he is in the mood. His wolf is a color mix of brown and black. Christopher's eyes are chocolate while his wolfs eyes are hazel. Neither of them have piercings. But Chris does have a tattoo on his right arm



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{Cold, Sarcastic, Violent, Loyal, Caring}
To describe Christopher in complete detail would take a dictionary and a couple of hours. He has a lot of layers to him that he doesn't really enjoy opening up to people. His first layer is cold-hearted and rude. He speaks out of turn, mumbles inappropriate language, and often uses negative gestures. His favorite being the middle finger. He doesn't really enjoy it when people try to get to know him. Upon meeting new people he is rather closed off. He doesn't speak more than he has too. He doesn't make eye contact, but when he does his chocolate brown eyes pierce your soul. In the creepy what the hell kind of way.

Getting a little bit deeper, Christopher is sarcastic and sassy. He always has some smart comment that is rather unnecessary in any situation. It's rather hard to tell when he is being serious and when he isn't. But he doesn't play games.When the time calls for it he is pretty honest. As a scout he isn't supposed to with hold secrets. But when he has to report to the alpha it will be in the most chill and sarcastic way possible. He doesn't really care that the alpha could rip him to shreds because Christopher should have been dead years ago.

Now we reach the violent Christopher. He knows how to fight and he will not hesitate to rip someone's throat out. Most of his threats are not empty especially when angered. Now he can take a lot of crap considering how much he dishes out, but when people bring up his past of push to many buttons he won't argue anymore. He will shift and go for your neck within a blink of an eye. And he causes pain without much mercy. He only hurts with the intent of pain. If he doesn't want to hurt someone he won't. Pretty simple.

Christopher is loyal beyond compare. Despite how annoying his pack can be, he will stay with them. He defends them without question and obeys the alpha. It's hard to tell whether or not Chris is just with the pack for his own needs or he actually cares for them. With all the sass it makes it rather impossible to know. But Christopher would die for his pack if need be.

Now the Christopher that no one really gets to see is how sweet and caring he is. He loves children and small animals. He finds them adorable even though the word adorable would never leave his mouth. He can get protective over the things he cares about. The sour wolf has a sweet tooth as well. Always trying to find something sweet to eat, but he can't bake. But he is a rather big softy once you get pass the sarcasm, sass, and criticisms.



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Skills
  • Tracking; This is without the eola, that he does use occasionally. But he has gotten really good at tracking wolves, people, and sometimes objects if that have a lingering scent of some kind.
  • Quick Reflexes; This is because he needs this as a scout and as a fighter. With all the free time he has he is usually working on this.
  • Fighting; Chris can fight in both his wolf form and his human form.
  • Playing the Guitar; Random skill that he picked up over the years
Flaws
  • Communicating; It's not that he can't talk he would just rather not. And when he has too, it's sarcasm.
  • Trusting People; He would rather not.
  • Baking; He has to pay for all the sweets that he eats.
  • Singing; He really wished he could sing while playing the guitar. But he can't sing. A all.



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Likes
  • Being A Wolf; He likes being a wolf and he can't even explain why. He likes the idea of being as close to nature as a human could possibly get.
  • Children(under 10); What can he say? They are adorable and he usually is nice to them.
  • Small Fluffy Animals; Same case with the children.
  • His Pack; They usually get on his nerves, but when they don't he likes them.
Dislikes
  • Eola; He doesn't like losing touch with his humanity.
  • His Past; He doesn't talk about it so no one can talk about it.
  • Humans Over 10; They are annoying in general
  • Stupidity; Just don't even.
Fighting Style:
In his human form he usually is the one that hits first. He uses hands and feet when fighting. Chris is light on his feet and fast with his hands. He swings fast and his reflexes keep him from getting injured. In his wolf form he uses his wolf size to tackle and bite. He doesn't use his claws for much of anything except to make a point. In his wolf he usually fights with the intent to kill on his mind. Hence why he always goes for the throat.



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Home Town:
Derby, England

Detailed History:

So begins...

Christopher Kaplin's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Zach Rose Character Portrait: Fallon Devereaux Character Portrait: Alex "Sin" Etin Character Portrait: Alexander Johnson Character Portrait: Fae Kensington Character Portrait: Cheyanne Martin Character Portrait: Scarlett Elisabeth-Rose Ellingston Character Portrait: Lily Swales Character Portrait: Lorcan Neal Character Portrait: Dalton Reeves Character Portrait: Jonathan Smarkk Character Portrait: Christopher Kaplin
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It was a pretty chilly Autumn Sunday morning, in Fallon's opinion. It had been a struggle to even get herself out of bed at first, but as soon as she sat up she was buzzing; full of energy.

Oh. That's right. Tonight's full moon.

Shaking her blonde hair out behind her, Fallon eased herself off her mattress and headed over to her drawers, proceeding to tug on a pair of light blue, stretchy skinny jeans, a cream coloured tank top, a hoodie, and a pair of tight fitting converse, which were customised, of course. Happy with the outfit, she headed downstairs, where she could hear her father cooking downstairs. A smile crossed her face. Of course he was cooking. He cooked every Sunday morning, and today, she knew it would be pancakes. He always did pancakes on Sunday Full Moons. It was almost tradition.

As she headed into the kitchen, Fallon saw that she had predicted correctly. An amorous smell drifted from the kitchen, and Fallon had to stop herself from inhaling the delicious scent. Entering the room, her father turned to smile at her, before placing a plate full onto the table, at the place she normally sat. She headed over the the counter where her phone charged, unplugging it and pocketing it, placing it in her hoodie, before sitting down and scarfing down the hot pancakes, which were spread with nutella, and rolled up with strawberry pieces inside. The meal filled her up quickly, much to her delight, and she grabbed her earphones, ready to head out. She headed to the door before her father called for her.

"Fallon. Make sure everyone's back here before dark. I think there's another pack around so you need to be careful." Her father's soft eyes were hardened, and Fallon sighed, nodding. She rubbed her jaw, which was aching.

"Alright. Just... Remember I'm not a cub anymore. I'm expecting my first Change tonight, so..." She paused for a moment, breathing in through her nose. It was slightly dizzying, because of her enhanced senses - there was a lot to take in. "Just remember I can make my own decisions, but I'll be back before dark." She sighed, giving in to his wishes, because she knew it was for their safety. She slammed the door behind her, pausing to look behind her at the magnificent house that had been her family's home since the 1600s. As she moved away from the home, she broke into a jog, hoping to get into the woods as soon as possible. Her pack was supposed to meet her there that morning, and Fallon was conscious that time was not on her side. She hit the trees and began running, properly, not jogging anymore, at a pace that a human couldn't keep up for long. That was the thing about Wolfbloods, their stamina can be amazing. It wasn't long before her senses started getting out of it; she could smell something... strange and metallic, along with unfamiliar scents of someone else like her. So her father must have been right, then. Was there another pack around, encroaching on her territory? She found herself getting jealous, but shook her head and kept running.

Wherever she went, the metallic smell was constant. Eventually, she found herself following it, slowing to a walk instead of running, trying to take it everything. Her sight kept zooming in on tiny details; she could see tiny insects moving along plants a few metres away, a bloodstain on a tree, birds and squirrels, high in the trees, eating nuts, and - wait. Bloodstain?

Fallon stopped dead, inhaling deeply. Yes. That was definitely blood. Human blood.

She found herself running again, towards it, in a state of panic. Was it those other Wolfbloods? Had they done this? In her rush of thoughts, Fallon tripped over something, and hit the ground hard. She groaned - she shouldn't have tripped. She looked around her, taking in her surroundings. She was in the clearing that she was supposed to meet her pack in, yes, but something was terribly wrong. The grass had blood spattered across it, as if a huge battle had ensued in this very spot. It was fresh, too. Fallon pressed her fingertips to the red substance, rubbing her fingers together. Yep. That was blood, alright. So where did it come from?

She looked around again, before pulling herself off the ground, brushing herself off. Luckily, it was pretty dry, so nothing was stained with mud, but something else had caught Fallon's eye. Something that lay in the slightly longer grass at the edge of the clearing. Heading over to it slowly, Fallon suddenly stumbled back, hand covering her mouth to stop herself from screaming. In the grass was a very pale, very dead girl.

Fallon's screams turned into a mournful howl that anyone in the near vicinity could hear.

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Character Portrait: Zach Rose Character Portrait: Fallon Devereaux Character Portrait: Alex "Sin" Etin Character Portrait: Alexander Johnson Character Portrait: Fae Kensington Character Portrait: Cheyanne Martin Character Portrait: Scarlett Elisabeth-Rose Ellingston Character Portrait: Lily Swales Character Portrait: Lorcan Neal Character Portrait: Dalton Reeves Character Portrait: Jonathan Smarkk Character Portrait: Christopher Kaplin
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Sin woke against a large tree trunk, yawning and stretching out before rolling his neck to rid the stiffness laying in there. He slowly got to his feet wearing the same dirty and ripped quarter jeans and grey tank top from yesterday. He had guessed he overslept because the birds were already confidently perched on tall tree branches whistling away in the autumn breeze victorious. Living outside wasn’t so bad. It was like staying in touch with nature even out of wolf form. And it was a way to enforce that it was the Lunar’s territory and he was guardian. He smiled to himself. Guardian. A role he treated most dearly as if there were someone going to take it from him or the role would be lost.

He patrolled the border facing Redwood last night. For an odd reason, Sin felt on edge but he couldn’t pin the reason and it grew increasingly frustrating. He could only narrow it down to an instinct lingering which wasn’t much narrowing at all.

So desperate to let the frustration and instinct go, he began to hope for an intruder. He would dare them to cross the border marked as their territory and pose a deluded threat. Then that would allow Sin to rip something up and get the bad feeling lurking in his gut over with, and all within reason too. He shook his coat as if it were a shiver rippling down his spine and brought himself to calm down.
As guardian of his pack, he had quite the obligation on his paws and he needed to stay steady and levelled and not get carried away in his own thoughts. He tried to fight the feeling and lay down, suspecting the pacing may have been encouraging the madness of thoughts. But they still ticked around like clockworks in his mind. And the feeling was similar to when dogs detected a storm. The wolf inclined his nose in the air to check and when he confirmed there was no storm due for that night, he lowered his head to the moisture leafs and huffed out again.

He feared it going to be a long, restless night for him. He didn’t mind his night patrol but unable to detect what his instincts were warning him about was complete brutality. His eyes focused on the innocent town of Redwood, most of its citizens tucked away in bed by now sleeping their dull human lives away. Maybe he was picking up on their stress for some reason even though he had no such sympathy for them.


When a scream that transformed to a howl invaded his recollection of last night, Sin’s head snapped in the direction it had come from and he found himself sprinting towards it, pushing past branches and swiftly avoiding obstacles of the woods. He hadn’t even thought of what he’d do when he got there but his legs were carrying him along the journey rapidly.

Without much comprehension he had found himself in the clearing jogging to a stop looking between a blonde and a dead body before his eyes fixed on the blonde. There was a scent…something about her. He didn’t like it. He stiffened, covering it as if he were straightening his posture a little. “Who are you?”

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Character Portrait: Zach Rose Character Portrait: Fallon Devereaux Character Portrait: Alex "Sin" Etin Character Portrait: Alexander Johnson Character Portrait: Fae Kensington Character Portrait: Cheyanne Martin Character Portrait: Scarlett Elisabeth-Rose Ellingston Character Portrait: Lily Swales Character Portrait: Lorcan Neal Character Portrait: Dalton Reeves Character Portrait: Jonathan Smarkk Character Portrait: Christopher Kaplin
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Mornings were never a friend to Scarlett. Not since she could remember. Yet on this one day, the day of the Full Moon, there was always an energy that overtook her in the best of ways; even when she was young, she could feel the difference in her and her surrounding pack. Her father seemed more alert, the pack seemed more interested in what was going on, Aspen was always his most enthusiastic on the full moon---

She threw those thoughts out of her mind, and continued looking up at the ceiling absentmindedly. She wasn't sure of the time, but she could damn well bet she was late, regardless, so after a moment's hesitation she sat up and forced her way out of bed and headed straight off into her bathroom. Looking in the mirror at herself, she wanted to laugh at the miserable expression on her face; whomever said that mornings are when you're at your peak of beauty must never have came into contact with a grumpy Scarlett. Pulling the hair tie from her hair, she half-haphazardly ran her fingers through the curls to make them presentable, and after washing her face and brushing her teeth, she made her way off into the closet, changing into an oversized peach coloured knitted sweater, a pair of dark denim skinny jeans, and her grey boots.

Grabbing her phone off the nightstand she turned it on, wasting no time as she made her way down the stairs and off into the kitchen. Great, she thought to herself as she noticed everyone was already gone out for the day. Sighing, she poured a fourth of a glass of juice, drinking it down before rushing out the door, on her way to meet the pack as planned.

Walking along the sidewalk she took in the beautiful scenery that was Redbrook. Scarlett had always been one to favour the outdoors compared to the man made lifestyle she was forced into living. She would spend hours in the meadows contemplating a time when she would no longer have to hide her true existence; when she could simply be as she was. Of course, these thoughts were crushed as the realities of their situation hit her. She knew that letting out such a secret would be of such detriment to her pack, a pack she had become so fond of in only a years time. She would do nothing to harm them, and thus, keeping this secret was of the utmost importance and she knew it.

As soon as she reached the forest and was out of site of humans, she sped up, and within mere seconds she was running through the woods at a speed unbeknownst to humans, dodging the trees effortlessly. Even in the rather short time-frame that she had been here in Redbrook, she felt as though she had gained a connection with this forest. She had made it her duty to scout out every bit of the land that was considered theirs, as she was one of the Scouts in their pack, so that was her job, no? She was just beginning to take in the sweet scents of the nature surrounding her when a strong, metallic smell engulfed her, stopping her dead in her tracks.

It felt wrong. Everything about the scent felt wrong and misplaced. Just as her senses turned on overdrive, she heard a howl. She knew that howl from anywhere, that was the howl of her closest friend. That was Fallon. Fear ran down along her spine as her mind raised, and before she had the chance to tell her feet what to do, they were already headed towards the direction of the howls, and being that she was mere minutes from where they were supposed to meet, it didn't take long for her spot Fallon, Jonathan not far from her side, and she immediately slowed her pace as she did, coming up from behind the two of them, stopping dead in her tracks as she noticed they were not alone.

Her eyes ran along the blood stricken area, the metallic scent almost too much to handle; that's when she saw the body. The pale, lifeless body laying there, and only feet away, a strange man, one she knew she had most definitely not seen before. Her voice broke the silence then, soft and filled with emotion for the scene before them "...what is going on here?" She took a step closer, her blue eyes now resting on the man on the opposite side of the small clearing.

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Character Portrait: Zach Rose Character Portrait: Fallon Devereaux Character Portrait: Alex "Sin" Etin Character Portrait: Alexander Johnson Character Portrait: Fae Kensington Character Portrait: Cheyanne Martin Character Portrait: Scarlett Elisabeth-Rose Ellingston Character Portrait: Lily Swales Character Portrait: Lorcan Neal Character Portrait: Dalton Reeves Character Portrait: Jonathan Smarkk Character Portrait: Christopher Kaplin
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Fallon covered her mouth in a futile attempt to stifle her shock, but she knew that she had failed miserably. It was confirmed when she heard rustles around her; the forest was coming alive with footfalls. She swallowed hard, but prepared herself for the worst. Her father had warned her that there was another pack around, and now there was a dead body here. She hoped that her pack would turn up soon. She clenched her hands into fists, breathing in through her nose, trying to catch any scent. Suddenly, she did. It was strange, but unfamiliar. A few seconds later, someone emerged from the trees. He stiffened as he looked between her and the dead girl, before asking, "Who are you?"

Who was she? She was the Alpha of the pack, the one which owned the territory he was on. And now there was a dead body there. She scowled slightly. "Who am I? I think you need to think very carefully about what questions you ask, since you're encroaching on my territory, and there's a dead girl here." She breathed out of her nose, feeling a tingling in her fingers that was present every time she needed to reign her wolf in. Her eyes hadn't changed colour yet, but they were close to it. She was angry. Here was this girl, an innocent human, and she was dead. And there were other wolves on her territory on the day that she finds the body. Just perfect.

It had only been a few seconds before Jonathan showed up. He was aggressive as always, but Fallon expected him to be. However, she didn't expect him to pull out a gun. "Jonathan!" She hissed at him under her breath, "Do you mind putting that thing away? There's enough suspicion already, we don't need a gun. Plus we can easily defend ourselves." She reasoned with him quietly. She disliked the fact that he was so protective of her; she could take care of herself now, she wasn't a cub any more. A noise behind her made Fallon, to see her best friend approach from behind. She smiled, comforted by her presence. She cringed as she asked what had happened, though, and she turned back to see more people approaching.

One scent coming from them was the most familiar. She didn't recognize her, to be exact, but she did seem familiar... It may have been the similarities in looks. She did look a lot like Fallon... Same pallor of skin and hair, eye colour... But then the girl's eyes filled with tears and she stepped closer to Fallon, reaching out towards her. "Little Falle." She had used her nickname, and Fallon flinched back in shock. How did she know her nickname? She hadn't listened to the rest of her little speech, but stepped back a little. She focused on the arrival of what must have been the alpha, and his beta.

"What is the meaning of this?" He asked, growling. That did it. Fallon's eyes changed colour before she could reign it in. He stepped closer to the first person that had showed up, whispering to him. She picked out the word 'trespassing' and she clenched her teeth together. "Tresspassing? I think you'll find that you're the ones who are trespassing. This has been our pack's territory for hundreds of years." She growled back at him. What was his name...? Dalton. That's right. She had forgotten how aggressive male Alphas could be.

Next came the insults as he backed off. Sighing out of her nose, she stepped past the pack. "Okay, two things. First, at least I would greet you as an equal. There's no need for petty insults and aggression. Come on, I thought that you would at least have the intelligence to understand that that isn't necessary." She spoke calmly and cooly, approaching the other Alpha, pausing before muttering something that sounded like, "I would greet you." before sighing and standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, as was customary for a Wolfblood to do. She didn't do it often, especially not with her own pack, but her father had taught her that it was polite. She immediately pulled away and backed off slowly, eyes still the gold colour of her wolf. "And two, if you weren't stupid, you could tell that I haven't been here that long, and she has. The blood's congealed, dried on her face, and I don't recognize the scent around this clearing. It's masked by the blood, but it's there. And if you'd relied on your other senses rather than just your eyes, you could smell that I haven't been here very long. What's wrong, you trusting your human nature now? Funny, I thought you all hated humans." Her tone was extremely sarcastic and patronising, which she intended. She didn't wish to provoke them, but she felt like she needed to give him back some spiteful words.

Finally, his beta spoke up. He agreed with her. At least he wasn't stupid like Dalton was. She smiled, raising her eyebrows at Dalton. She had been ignoring Jonathan but she gave him a look to try and shut him up. "Jonathan, we don't need all this aggression. Just... Put the weapons away, please." She sighed, just as Zach showed up. He smelled like fire, petrol, and the woods. She scrunched up her nose, as he noticed the body and muttered, "Another." Fallon sighed at this, especially as now one of the lunar members was making comments to Jonathan. Brilliant! She listened to his comments and scowled further. "Jonathan! I'm not your responsibility! I can take care of myself." She growled at him. She finally walked over to him as he raised his gun, using her hand to push it down, and the other to grab his wrist. "We are not fighting them. If anything, we all need to work together." She let go of him, trying to get him to calm down. They didn't need any of this right now. There was at least one murder - apparently more, according to Zach - and two rival packs. The last thing they needed was more death. It would make them more suspicious.

Scarlett spoke up again, much to Fallon's relief. She turned and smiled gratefully at her, thankful that she had spoken up. "I think that's probably the best way about it... Speaking of which, I heard a rumor one time that... that some of you can use senses to see histories of objects?" She paused slightly, breathing in, turning to face the other pack. Her eyes had returned to their usual blue colour. A lot of this was just too much to process at once. She swallowed a lump in her throat. "And perhaps Zach should show us where these other... bodies... are, assuming that there are other bodies." She made a face, scowling at the ground. Her first Full Moon, and there was a standoff between the packs, and one or more dead bodies. Fallon's day was definitely going brilliantly. Especially since she was missing a beta, and her guardian. Where were they? Cheyanne could lighten the mood here... If she wasn't shocked, that was. And Lily... Lily just generally needed watching. She sighed again, wanting her entire pack there. They were outnumbered right now, and she couldn't access her wolf form yet, which could be dangerous.

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Character Portrait: Zach Rose Character Portrait: Fallon Devereaux Character Portrait: Alex "Sin" Etin Character Portrait: Alexander Johnson Character Portrait: Fae Kensington Character Portrait: Cheyanne Martin Character Portrait: Scarlett Elisabeth-Rose Ellingston Character Portrait: Dalton Reeves Character Portrait: Jonathan Smarkk Character Portrait: Christopher Kaplin
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Christopher was absolutely determined not to attend school. Matter of fact he didn't even want to leave his room. No one needed him. It was a freaking full moon. Every wolf an there mother she be locked up in the basement or something of that nature. The persistent banging on his bedroom door wasn't really helping. It was probably his adoptive parents. They were so keen on him going to school. He was sixteen. He wanted to live. With his pack. And in his room. Why did he need a bunch of dumb teenagers that were ignorant and arrogant? He didn't. Matter of fact if it were up to Christopher they wouldn't exist. Stupidity all together would be abolished. Starting with them. He pressed the pillow down on his face trying to drown out the loud sound. Chris wake up! that was his 'mother'. "No I don't need school." Christopher's parents were human unfortunately. So he couldn't exactly tell them why he wanted to stay home. So he was using the dumb teenager excuses. "Christopher! Don't make me break down the door!" That was his 'father'. "Don't threaten me." No matter who you are, Christopher will not take lightly to threats. He will attack them.

"Chris please." Now his mother was desperate. He rolled his eyes and got out of the bed. He went over to his door and opened it up with a smile. "Get out of my way." He said in the politest way possible. They shifted and he walked over to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. It didn't take long for him to shower and get dressed. He wasn't going anywhere important. He was actually going to make a detour to his pack before heading his personalized prison. He was going to see if they could get him out of school some how.

Getting his backpack, he left his house without so much of a goodbye. Christopher clearly did not love his parents. He keeps trying to get the alpha or betas to take him in, but they won't. He would rather be with them even if he doesn't say it out loud. He was casually walking when the smell of blood caught his attention. He went into a full on sprint. As he neared he could smell his entire pack and another pack. He finally stopped running when he was clearing. He was in the presence of the lunar pack. A sigh escaped him and he looked around. There was blood everywhere and a mangled body. He looked up and made eye contact with Dalton. 'No." Whatever Dalton was about to ask him, he was saying no too. This was not their problem. He would rather be at school.

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Alexander looked down at Fae as she came over and leaned against him. Her hushed whispered words made him raise a slight brow towards the female Alpha, Fallon then back down at Fae. Of course, he said nothing since it wasn't really his place to question her. Alexander moved Fae out of the way as Jonathan was going into psycho mode and threatening them. A low, fierce growl came from him but he looked at Dalton, who was ready to attack and intervene, basically letting his Alpha know that someone of Jonathan's caliber was worth the time of day. He moved back behind Dalton as he started giving commands and with a firm nod of his head, he turned towards the other display, Fae had her arms around another male wolf.

He stepped over there pulled Fae back over to the Lunar side and eyed her a little. He couldn't really be mad at her but her fellow siblings made their choice and she must accept it. A growl came from Alexander when he eyed Zach then it turned into a low rumble before silence came from Alexander. His piercing stare went to Fae again as he looked at Alex, who started to speak and made suggestions. Alexander stepped forth and stood beside Dalton. "Maybe we should try this body first. Nice work, Alex." Alexander gave him a mocking thumbs up then looked at Dalton, who glared at him. "Alex's right. Let's save ourselves a trip and try this body first." Dalton said, his cold stare bounced to Christopher, who immediately said no.

Alexander jaw dropped as he walked over there towards him. "You dare say no to the Alpha!" He slowly balled his fists up then spoke through clenched teeth. "Someone needs to teach this punk some manners and respect." Alexander eyed Dalton, who placed a hand upon his shoulder, shaking his head. Alexander back off a little bit then and went over and stood beside Fae, still wanting to hit something or someone. "Christopher use Ansin on this body right now." Dalton commanded while pointing at the body as well. Alexander eyed Christopher with his arms folded over his chest. "And he isn't asking you to neither, kid." Alexander injected himself, waiting to see what Christopher was going to do.

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Character Portrait: Zach Rose Character Portrait: Fallon Devereaux Character Portrait: Alex "Sin" Etin Character Portrait: Alexander Johnson Character Portrait: Fae Kensington Character Portrait: Scarlett Elisabeth-Rose Ellingston Character Portrait: Dalton Reeves Character Portrait: Jonathan Smarkk Character Portrait: Christopher Kaplin
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Scarlett listened as the arguing between the two packs continued. She thought to herself how completely ridiculous it was, and how nothing could be done with them acting like they were.

As Jonathan made way to leave and walk off following Zach's trail, his hand brushed against hers and she felt her cheeks flush slightly. She hated how he made her do that, even in the most unnecessary of times, like right now. When her full attention was necessary. Turning to look back at the Lunar pack members, she paused.

She noticed as another Lunar packed member approached. His name was Christopher based off of the words of their Alpha. She took a step back towards them, hesitance in her demeanor. As dangerous as this pack was, she couldn't for the life of her understand why they would be behind this, and try and figure out who did it at the same time. Scarlett was excellent at reading people and she could tell they had no more of an idea who did this than any of her pack members.

She remembered the guy from the Lunar pack, Alexander she remembered his name being, mentioning something about an "Omega" earlier. She raised an eyebrow and spoke towards him. "You think an Omega might be behind this?" Her eyes ran from him back to the lifeless body on the ground, a frown taking over her expression while she looked at the boy being told rather than asked to use Ansin on the pale frame before them, and spoke more to herself than anyone. "There's no telling how many humans will have to die from this. Such a cruel world. A cruel, cruel world that left the ones most innocent dead and the undeserving living. Whomever was behind this, she was determined to help catch them and take joy in watching them be torn limb from limb.

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"Last I remember, Jonathan, is that I was the alpha, not my father. I'm no longer a cub." She paused for a second, before adding "And would you stop being so aggressive! I think it's quite clear that nobody here has done it. We need to put aside our differences and figure out what the hell happened here, preferably before the police realize what's going on." She finished.

She looked back at her 'sister', or the one who claimed to be. She honestly couldn't remember a thing about any of her family, apart from her father. The clearest thing she could remember was waking up in her bed, surrounded by faces she didn't know. It had taken her a long time to calm down. The look on her face, of loss, betrayal perhaps, made Fallon's heart ache, but it could mean serious consequences if she was. Technically, wasn't she entitled to her role, then? What would happen to her? Of course, that was assuming she was telling the truth. And another surprise was in store for her, too. As soon as Zach emerged from the edge of the forest, the other blonde girl seemingly recognized him too, and flung her arms around him. She knew his name, too. And she called him 'brother'. Did this mean that she was supposedly related to Zach as well? The whole prospect of it made her brain hurt - to be honest, she already had a headache, along with a multitude of aches and pains, especially in her jaw and ears. She felt pretty awful, but she hid it well. "L-Listen. We can sort out this whole family business later. We have higher priorities right now." She tried to keep her voice steady, but she wasn't exactly successful. Whatever was going on, it could be sorted later.

Some of her pack were beginning to gravitate towards the other bodies, Jonathan included. Deciding to trust him this one time, she let them go. "I think I'm going to stay here and find out what the heck happened to this girl." She muttered to herself. At least Zach had gone. She couldn't help but feel awkward towards him. If he was her brother, why hadn't he said anything? She did remember the stories her father had told her - her sister was supposedly dead, and her brother a psychopath, but Zach and... what was her name? Fae? They were definitely not dead or psychopathic. The whole situation confused her completely.

Just then, Cheyanne turned up, apologizing for her lateness. "Oh thank god." She breathed, hurrying over to her and embracing her quickly. "No time to explain, basically. But two or three dead bodies turned up, they turned up, and apparently one of them is my sister and Zach is my brother." She muttered the words into Cheyanne's ear, pulling back quickly. She pulled a face and turned back to the other pack, who were now arguing amongst themselves again. Apparently one had said no to Dalton, before he had even said anything. Fallon wasn't sure she would mind as much, but she guessed that was how their pack worked. She managed to pick out the words used; Christopher, if that was indeed his name, was to use Ansin in punishment. Strange, Fallon had to think, for she didn't think that using a sense was much of a punishment. Then again, she hadn't even been taught to use it. It was kind of alluring to her, now she thought about it. Maybe it wouldn't be too much to ask, if she asked one of the Lunar pack members to teach her? Then again, the whole idea of the Lunar pack was alluring to her, especially her wolf. She knew of Scarlett's fascination with them, and now she could finally understand it. She couldn't abandon her pack, or Redbrook, but she knew that it wouldn't hurt to at least befriend this other pack, despite the rocky beginnings.

Still watching the other pack, and hardly listening to her best friend speak, she carefully edged over to the lifeless girl that lay dead. The Lunars were crowding around it, now, including another blonde girl. She half expected her to say that they were related, too, but she didn't. Fallon breathed a little sigh. Soon they would find out what the hell had happened to her. She hoped, for the girl's sake, that it was quick and painless. She didn't deserve this at all. And from the looks of things, she wasn't going to be the only one ripping someone apart when she got her hands on them.

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Christopher didn't care at the current moment that the alpha needed him to do something. "You dare say no to the Alpha!" The young pup would have said no again if the beta didn't interrupt. The brunette just kept thinking of all the reasons why he shouldn't be here right now. The only one he could think of was school. And he didn't want to be there either. "Someone needs to teach this punk some manners and respect." Christopher rolled his eyes and just looked down at the body. It was mangled up pretty badly. The solar pack was clearly incapable of anything this deadly and his pack was not a group of murderers like others proclaim. Definitely done by some outside pack. "Christopher use Ansin on this body right now." Christopher looked at his Alpha. Dalton was not looking for another no. Usually Christopher would try to be on his best behavior, but during the full moon he would feel a bit rebellious. He couldn't help it. It was his wolf. Christopher had grown up alone so his wolf often felt that way. A sigh escaped Christopher and he dropped his backpack to the floor. For Christopher to use Ansin he had to touch the body. It was how it worked. At least for him.

Nearing the dead body, he bent down and placed his hand on her forehead. He blocked out all the unnecessary sounds around him and focused on the girl. The Ansin completely took over and he was pushed into what felt like another world. He was getting random flashes of a giggling little girl. She was smiling and laughing. It was clear how attractive she was. There was another flash and he was at the school. She seemed well like enough. Christopher could recognize the school. It was the one he went too. More flashes and it was on some of the girls from the Solar pack. The dead girl was picking on one of them. He couldn't tell who it was. The girl being bullied was fair skin with dirty blonde hair. More flashes. Christopher was starting to lose it. He didn't use Ansin often because he could feel himself slipping. It was driving his wolf crazy, but he was trying to focus. He didn't get any useful information. Honing in on the girl there were more flashes.

The girl lived alone. Or at least that is what it looked like to Christopher. He couldn't tell where, but her house was average sized and was within walking distance of the school. Pictures of a family covered the walls, but he was flashed before he could see who was in the picture. There was yelling. Screaming. It was deafening. Christopher doesn't know where she is. Or who she was even screaming at. Or why they were fighting. It just made her run. She was running. It was dark and he could barely keep up. He was going to lose it soon. Finally she was in the clearing. Where both packs were right now. Where she would say goodbye to her life. The poor girl had dropped to her knees and she was crying. Christopher was flashed again. One swift slash to the throat. The girl dropped bleeding out. Christopher was flashed through the mangling. He couldn't see who did it, but it was a wolf. He could smell it. The body was completely destroyed and the creature took off.

Christopher forcefully removed his hand from the girl and fell back. Bringing his knees to his chest, he covered his ears and shut his eyes tight. There was a loud howling ringing in his ears and he was trying to get it to stop. Ansin was too powerful even for him and it was going to eat away at him and his wolf. Finally when the howling stopped he removed his hands from his ears and pushed himself up off the ground. "I don't know who did it. But it was a wolf. But with an unrecognizable scent." That was all he said.

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Sin took a casual seat by the body, sitting crossed legged, watching the orders fly between Dalton, Alexander and Christopher. Sometimes he thought they should take it a little easier on the fresh blood, especially in front of another pack, and even with his attitude problem at stages but maybe that was the only way to get to him. It had proved effective anyway as he approached the body without another word.
Sin studied Christopher as he began using his Ansin upon touching the girl’s forehead and became completely absorbed in the victim’s world.

He couldn’t help but to arch up a little as the mental struggle became even slightly evident for Christopher and he was ready break the bond and push Christopher from the body if need be. It wasn’t worth losing a pack member being replaced by a rogue. However, Sin considered the Alpha’s response and Christopher’s pride and reputation and let it go on, slightly concerned for the pup’s well-being. His eyes flickered to the Alpha and back to Christopher with a hint of nerves. Just a little longer. Just a little more.

As Christopher came back, Sin’s shoulder’s dropped not even noticing how tense he was during the use of Ansin and he inhaled deeply through his nose. Well done, pup, he thought to himself. Sin eyed him cautiously as he got to his feet and announced what they already gathered.
“Was it a personal attack? Could you tell?” Sin was the last one that wanted to bombard him with questions but he wanted to know.

“And not to sound insensitive but as…” he broke off and pointed to the Alpha of the other pack “…sorry, I don’t know your name. Mentioned,” he picked up, “police are going to be an issue. So what do we do with the body?”

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Image When the argument started Neal just rolled her eyes and copied the movements of Sin. She stretched out on the grass next to him, her feet casually tapping against his knee. Lame. Are we gonna solve this mystery or sit around having tea with a bunch of Solars. The image of Solars dressed in their best sipping tea came to Neals mind, causing her to let out a chuckle. She wouldn't mind seeing them make fools of themselves. In fact, she'd love it.

Eventually getting bored with the imagination Neal sat up and flicked a stray leaf from her hair. An eyebrow raised when she saw Christopher kneeled by the body but other then that she showed no signs of suprise at her younger packmate doing such a task. On the inside however she was both amused and slightly confused. Yes it was funny to see her fellow scout use Ansin for the first time but she couldn't help but wonder why herself or even Sin wasn't asked to do it. They both had more experience at this sort of thing.

Eventually she shrugged and eyed the both carefully as he gave what he saw. Next to her Sin stood and she followed suit. 'Do? We bury it so the other damn humans don't come running out here with shotguns. That, or...' Her gaze shifted to the Solar pack. 'We eat it.' Eternal Neal was cracking up now. She could only imagine the looks from the Solars she'd get at her joking suggestion. On the outside though Neal seemed completely serious. The only hint she was joking was the quick wink sent towards Sin. She didn't after all want her pack to think she'd actually want to eat a human. No, just get a laugh and tease Solars.

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Another wolf showed up around the same time Cheyanne did. She looked around a bit trying to make sense of the situation with the information she was still waiting for. Dead bodies were on the floor. Both the Lunar and Solar pack were near each other and yet a fight hasn't broken out. Finally Fallon stood to whisper the answer to Cheyanne's question. "No time to explain, basically. But two or three dead bodies turned up, they turned up, and apparently one of them is my sister and Zach is my brother." That new piece of information didn't really make the situation any better. If anything Cheyanne was now more confused than before. There was no joke to be made here that could make the situation better. Running her fingers through her blonde hair, she was trying to asses that situation. Cheyanne didn't really get to say anything before Dalton forced one of his young pups to use Ansin. Cheyanne was rather horrified that he would make him use that. He was there age and it could possibly kill him. She would yell at Dalton for that later. But for now they would have to wait.

After the long wait, the lunar pup pulled from the girl and seemed rather agitated. The mother in Cheyanne wanted to go and care from Christopher, but the solar wolf in her decided against it. He was fine a little while later anyway. “Was it a personal attack? Could you tell?” The solar beta looked over at the lunar wolf that spoke up. "Don't bombard him with questions so fast." she scolded. He needed to minute to get himself together. Then of course the question of what to do with the dead body was in question. Her eyes shifted to the slaughtered girl. 'Do? We bury it so the other damn humans don't come running out here with shotguns. That, or...We eat it.' That wolf was crazy and would not be addressed at this current moment in time. Cheyanne didn't really know what to do with the body either.

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Sin held the Solar Beta’s gaze as she scolded him on the few harmless questions he had asked his own pack member, that could have been much worse if he were instead questioned by the Alpha or Beta. When going to remark on how they didn’t have all day to play CSI-that the cops would probably be after the three missing bodies in their woods-Neal’s suggestion was heard. He turned his head to Neal questionably, then glanced into the deeper woods as if it were subtly hiding the smirk on his lips at Neals mock suggestion and wink that he received. “There’s not enough meat on her,” he heard himself reply in the same serious tone looking back to the body, eyeing the thin frame.

Sin proceeded to scoop up the lifeless body with a sigh and went to throw it over his shoulder but decided against it when the sensitive Solars were around so he kept her in his arms carrying her in a more respectful manner and began walking towards the trees. “I’m taking her deeper into the woods to bury her so when the police bring their own hounds there will be more external scents!” he announced in advance before he got a number of questions about where he was going with the body.
He didn’t kidnap dead bodies for fun but after Neal’s suggestion they might’ve believed he was going to snack on it.
The point however, was more initiation was needed so he had to assume burying the body was the better move. That or have the police storm in on their pack gathering around a dead girl.

Chris' DNA rested on the girls forehead now and he was still attending the school and that would bring all kinds of trouble on Chris and The Lunars, then The Solars that attended the school and therefore all the rest of the members of each of the packs. A chain effect of trouble. Hopefully the others, wherever they strayed were taking care of the remaining bodies.