Post by ignatius st. cloud on Oct 6, 2010 18:14:15 GMT -5
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HELLO MY NAME IS IGNATIUS ST. CLOUD AND I AM TWENTY YEARS OLD. I'M A WOLF SHIFTER AND RANK AS NOT AN ALPHA, YET AND I WAS BORN ON SEPTEMBER NINTH, 1990 IN AMERICA; SCOTTISH DESCENT. MY NATIONALITY IS SCOTTISH-AMERICAN. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE PENN BADGELY. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM KIND-HEARTED, TEMPERMENTAL, HOT-HEADED, NAIVE, PARANOID, DEFENSIVE. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY karma!CODEWORD: (ivory.)
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:(hopefully, this character will result in a sudden brust of activity from me.)
a life spent avoiding wolves was hardly a life at all. she had it in he bloodline; to be tormented, endlessly, by the wolves; like her mother before her, killed shortly after alice st. cloud graced this world, and sometimes, alice questioned her mother's intentions. oh, how she could only wish to see her and god bless her soul up in heaven, but how could a loving mother bring a child into this world admidst so much chaos? she tried to convince herself that she was oblivious to the curse that had been put on the st.clouds for so long, but she knew that her mother was well aware, when she married alex st. cloud. oh, she must have seen the fear in his eyes, the paranoia! but for the sake of her mother's soul, she could only pray, that they didn't find her as well.
the 'curse' was ancient, tracing back to old france. the capital fo the werewolf world, augustus st. cloud was a foolish, drunken fellow simply looking for a good time. paris seemed like the perfect place for the wild scotsmen, and he quickly laid his eyes on the first girl he saw. it was the average routine; to have se, cuddle with them and whisper sweet nothings into their ears until they fell asleep in hsi arms, and he was gone by the morning sun. but this girl simply would not have it. he shifted the covers, gentle, but ehr eyes fluttered open, brimming with rage. she had had this happen one too many times to her, and she wasn't letting this one escape her. with a growl, and a tear or two, she changed; her blonde hair melting into a pale yellow wolf, teeth bared, as it leaped at him. His hand struck the side of the wolf's head. a hand searching frantically for any weapon, a gun, loaded with his ticket to freedom; a silver bullet, intended for another wolf. he fired into her canine skull, and she fell limp, with that, the st. cloud's fate was sealed, with the simple shot of a gun. he had damned his family, his bloodline, to purgatory; a hell on earth, tormented by hounds.
from paris he fled, but the city of love has ways of dragging you back. the blood could never be washed off his hands. the wolves knew his name, they could smell it. they tracked him down, all the way to america. they could not escape the pack. they watched, as he grew to have a family, a son. they killed him, ruipping him apart and feeding on the meat, feeding on his flesh, their hate as they jerked limbs form eachother in a brutal, bloody tug-of-war. to his wife, the same; and as his sons grew up and had children, they suffred a similar fate. some st. clouds were oblivious, simply knowing thst their daddies and mommies were to leave them soon, some didn't, after all, who was tehre to warn them. so the fmaily went on, the st. cloud family accursed to war with the wolves and the sons of the wolves.
generation upon generation, nothing but boys were born from the st. cloud's, forced to pass on the family name and follow in the footsteps of their fathers. finally, jack st.cloud met her: tatyana genevieve. oh god, he loved her, but those wolves, he knew they stalked him in the country side. the big hearted boy simply could not push her away, despite the risk he was to her. tatyana knew nothing, hell, she barely knew english; a russian immigrant, she knew nothing of the horror she was about to sink herself into. but she didn't need words, english or not, to express her love for jack, and they got married, fate hanging high above their heads. one night, it was spontaneous, just a week after their wedding. they had sex, bare sex, skin against skin. he spread his curse, his mark onto her, with that sudden moment of passion. like so many of his bloodline before him, he had sealed his fate from acting on his desires. she was pregnant.
one night, he heard tatyana screaming, a horrifying, unsettling sound that curdled the blood in his veins. he knew what was happening, even if he hoped it wasn't true. he went outside to see his wife, his precious love, surrounded by dogs; their mouths salivating not with hunger, but with bloodlust, a hate that ran too deep in their veins to be washed away by mere words. they jsut stood there for what it seemed like hours, knowing that their mere presence caused fear in itself, and they needn't do much at all. they knew what to do, what their elders had did before them. they were going to sink their teeth into his soft, mortal flesh, and tear him apart, string his viscera across the woods and blood staining their muzzle. they'd let the child be born, then they'd do it again. but jack was different form his ancestors, he wasn't about to just watch and let that happen again. so the shots rang out, the silver bullets punching through their flesh and howls escaped them. unfortunately, the intital shock could olnly subdue the animals for so long, and while some wolves fell down dead, jack was torn into ribbons with more hate than ever before. and tatyana? tatyana could only run, run for her baby's life, tears streaming down her face.
tatyana gave birth, and like all the women of the family, she dissappeared without hesistation; The vengeful blood in the wolves veins was boiling now, and tensions were higher than ever. little miracles were happening for the st. clouds, though; the baby, was a girl. finally, after years and years, it was a girl. alice st. cloud. but bad things were coming, and they were fourteen years in the making. alice was adopted, and she was raised like any others, except a few artifacts. artifacts that held the screts of the st. cloud family, and her fate, written in blood and silver. she knew what was to happen to her, coming of age, and the poison that ran through her veins, threatening to kill not her but those she loved. so, she avoided it. one day, however, she found herself surrounded by wolves; like mnay nightmares that had plagued her since she was a child. and they took her, ripping the young girl's clothes off, chnaging about from human to beast, as they raped her. teeth sinking into her flesh, they turned her into one of them. she was pregnant, and labelled a common slut, her foster parents abandoned her depsite all her claims. there was nothign left to do but crawl into the woods, as tears would solve nothing.
there, she agve birth to ignatius, she called him, in her dying breaths, as she succumbed to the elements. the wolves dragging her away, they took the child; a smile on their faces, knowing that their deed was done, their grudge dead. the bloodline tainted, they could do nothing more. a cackle to the face, to those st. clouds in hell, as the wolves raised him as their own.
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