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Grant

Bear Shifter

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a character in “Shifters: The Battle for Terraraine”, originally authored by nerium, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Grant
Age: 23
Appearance: Tall (around 6ft3in), muscular and slightly tanned. His skin is rough to touch as he works with his hands and he has quite a lot of body hair such as arm or chest hair. His face is weathered from working outside a lot. He has a square jaw covered in a beard. His hair is dark brown, a shade or two darker than his beard. His eyes are grey. Most commonly seen wearing jeans and plaid shirts. His natural expression may seem a bit intimidating to people, especially combined with his weathered appearance.
Personality: He is very forward and honest, and doesn't like to get lied to. Has difficulty expressing feelings/emotions and prefers to bottle them up rather than open up to someone. He has common sense, although he is not considered intelligent – he stopped his education quite early. He is protective and doesn't like to explain his reasons to people. He is a paranoid person by nature. He isn't a patient person, and can get hostile and violent very quickly if you insult him or someone he considers close.
Abilities: He's a bear shapeshifter. His never got any formal help in it and it developed quite late for him, so he's not too good at using it. Sometimes he only partially shifts or doesn't do it at all – or in times of distress the shifting starts on it's own. He tends to use his hands to fight, and his strength. He is sometimes seen using a dagger, but prefers hand-to-hand combat.

So begins...

Grant's Story

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(Okay we're going to start of with just people's everyday stuff, so just do whatever :))
Lilly was tending to her garden in the back of her small flower shop. She hoped business was slow as it was any other day, and it was. Even though slow business meant little money, she didn't care. Lilly didn't enjoy talking with people, it just made her feel awkward.

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#, as written by nerium
With a powerful swing, the axe was brought down to the wood and cut the log in half before embedding itself in the tree stump below it. Grant threw the firewood into a pile next to his house, before continuing with the chore. He lived alone on the outskirts of the forest, although it was a house that once belonged to his parents. When they decided to move to Psi a few years ago, he was left to tend the family home. He lived a mostly self-sustainable life there - the land surrounding his home and the forest gave him most of what he needed. However, sometimes he had to venture into town. Things like spices, clothes or medicine he couldn't make himself.
It was about the right time for him to go into town again. He had herbs and plants that he knew the apothecary would buy. And he did need to pick up a few things as well, he was running low on some spices and the pain killing medicine.
Grant took a swing with the axe for the last time, before wiping away the sweat from his forehead. It was fairly early still, so he had time for the trip that day still. He went into his house to pick up the things he needed, before setting off for the hour-long walk to town.

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#, as written by nerium
The sun was still high up in the sky when Grant reached town. It was one of the bigger settlements in the area, and the one with the biggest market. Merchant shifters from the surrounding areas came there almost daily to sell their goods, and Grant was no different. However, his days of standing behind a market stall were behind him.
It wasn't difficult to gain entrance to the town. The few guards that were around were hiding from the sun and heat in the taverns and other establishments which provided with cool drink. It wasn't like they were needed most of the time - and if any trouble occurred, the guards were quickly rounded up to sort it.
Grant moved through the busy streets in the blistering heat, using his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. He dwarfed the crowd around him, being a fairly tall shifter. That only helped to keep people out of his way as he went through. When he reached the heart of the town, his feet took him towards a small shop on the corner. It was kept in cool shade by a larger building, and Grant was grateful for the cool change as he stepped in.
The Apothecary was always his first stop. He was the main supplier of the local herbs and plants that the owner needed.
The owner was an owl shifter, with large curious eyes and a round face. He was kind, if a bit nervous and always paid Grant a fair price. The exchange between them was quick, the owl shifter checked that all of the herbs were there and gave Grant his gold, as well as the medicine he asked for.
Before he knew it, Grant was out on the sun-basked streets again.

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Ookami Charima, more commonly known as Charima by her pack, sat atop the gorge, emptiness below and in front of her. She'd never been afraid of heights or of voids, unlike a lot of wolf Shifters. More than anything, she enjoyed the silence that came with the gorge, with sitting there with her legs dangling, and with knowing that nobody would come to disturb her here. The gorge of Daviss was her haven of peace. But eventually, she had to leave.

Charima stood, wiping the dried dirt on her hands onto her leather pants. The black-haired girl gave the gorge of Daviss one last lingering look before heading back toward the forest that hid her village, her pack, and everything she knew.

On the path that lead home, she made a turn that lead her out of the forest. She had long since shifted into a black wolf, her bundle of clothes tied around a hind leg, and was now a monster of strength that rivalled most all wolf shifters she knew. In her own pack, the only Shifter that was bigger than her in wolf form was their Alpha, Shigan.

Now, though minutes ago she had been planning on heading home for the day, she was running full speed toward the Market, where merchants from all over the surrounding Shifter areas came to trade their goods and meet up. Charima had nobody to meet up with from other Clans, but she enjoyed watching other people live from afar, silently, as a ghost would.

Now, finally, she had reached the market. The first thing she noticed was the gigantic figure of a bear shifter, recognisable by the height, stature and facial hair, walking out of the Apothecary's shop. She knew him; knew his face, saw him around often, though she had never felt the need to talk to him. His height made him hard not to notice.

Charima shifted back into a human under the cover of the woods, pulled on her clothes, sat on a rock just outside the market town where all types of shifters gathered on a daily basis, pulled her legs against her chest, dropped her chin on her knees, closed her knees, and waited for nightfall – when she would go home again.

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#, as written by Rukia
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(I know it's not my turn to post, and I apologize, but I'm going to be unavailable for about 10 hours for the night, so y'all can skip my next turns and not get bogged up waiting for me to update, kay?)


Home, to Chari, was a small village with strong, elegant wooden huts, surrounded by a calm circular flowing river, with a small, simple bridge at each end to cross over the gently gushing water. At the center, Shigan's hut; the Alpha's home, larger and higher than other of the pack members' houses. Chari, for her part, lived outside, slept outside, and it was only with great effort that Charima was ever persuaded to feed with the pack. This was her choice; had been her way to lead her life ever since her brother's death. She would never have slept in a proper bed with a roof over her head – not while knowing that her murdered brother would never feel the warmth of a bed and the comfort of a home again. Sleeping outside was her own little rebellion against life – and against death.

She had only just crossed the entrance bridge to the pack's village, still in her wolf form, when a brown tussled wolf, slightly smaller than her, came running toward her and steered her back toward the woods, pushing his flank against hers in a friendly manner. Toohoo, Chari thought. Her best friend. She followed him out into the woods, knowing instantly that he wanted to talk to her.

They ran for a minutes, and soon both of them estimated that they had gone far enough away from the town. They Shifted, back to back, dressing in a way that would have told anyone watching them that they were used to it – to phasing back to their human selves around each other. With the swift habit of used comrades, they turned face-to-face in a perfectly synchronised movement, embracing each other warmly.

"Chari," Toohoo said first, soft, tufty brown hair sticking up every which way around his face. "We missed you," he whispered, pulling away from the black-haired girl to look at her face. "You've been out for a week. You have to stop doing that."

Charima shrugged, looking away. "I enjoy the silence," she said softly, but firmly.

Toohoo looked at her. "I know you went to the market," he murmured gently, not accusing, just stating a fact. "Mist saw you. You were sleeping on a rock." He paused; searching for her eyes, he asked softly, "Was the bear-shifter there again?"

A blush crept up gently on the girl's cheeks. She hid it easily, dropping her head even lower and letting her leaf-crowded hair hide her features. "The fox-girl's tree house was burnt down," she said instead, agilely changing the subject.

The brown-haired boy looked startled, and his eyebrows rose high. He pulled back even more, placing both his hands on his friend's shoulders to stare at her. "What?" he deadpanned incredulously. "Vixen? Vixen's tree house?" Charima nodded silently, not looking at him. "Who?" Toohoo asked. "It wasn't…"

Charima's head shot up. "No!" she nearly shouted, then exhaled slowly, calming herself down. "No. I'd never do that. You know that."

"Yeah," he replied. "Yeah, I know that. But that's not what I was gonna ask, silly." He flicked her nose playfully with a finger, and she batted his hand away, blushing again. "I was going to ask if it was…them," he continued, the last word said in a whisper.

Immediately, Charima's face darkened. She knew who he meant; the humans. Of course it would be them. Those bastards. Charima turned away from Toohoo.

"Too," she said without looking at him. "I'm going back there. Back to the tree house. Back to the border. It's about time somebody taught those idiots a lesson, don't you think?"

There was a silence, and then-

"Yeah," he said behind her, his voice breathy. "Yeah, I think you're right. I'll get Mist. We're going together. Go ahead; we'll catch up."

"I know you will," whispered Chari. "You've always been faster than me."

Then she ran into the forest, and behind her, Toohoo headed back to the village to get Mist.