The Boundaries (A werewolf RP) - Now Recruiting!

[Julles]

Would you want your pure male to be part of the pack?

[MagicalMayham]

If that is ok, honestly It is what ever is best for the roleplay.

[Julles]

I only ask because the premise of your male character's family having adopted a female human into their home wouldn't really fit in the realm of the pack territory. It would be hard for the pack to hide themselves, or be free to be if they had a human in their ranks. Although, we do have a male human as a shaman at the moment. So, I guess my real question would be... what would be the reason for the female human to be there? As for the current male human, he is acting as the pack shaman. So, I'm sure if you could create something like a good reason for her presence than it would work.

[MagicalMayham]

I would probably do something along the lines of when they found her she was running from an aggressive rogue when his family found her and sense she had already seen the rogue shift they thought it safer to keep her close.

But I am perfectly fine with her just being a normal human who is in the Roleplay for one reason or another.

[Julles]

Ah. Well, where would you want her to be, Wellborough or Shoal Lake?? Either way is okay. :)

[Kaisude]

*Pokes head shyly* Um room for one more?

[Love And Submission]

Is the hunter position still open? I'm quite interested in it.

[Julles]

Hello you two! Yes, we are always recruiting. And, DTW, a hunter position is still open, yes. :)

[Kaisude]

??? Is possible to play a human being turned?

[KatKwik]

Hiya!

I would be interested in a human role with the possibility of turning later. If there is space for one more?

[Kaisude]

Hiya!

I would be interested in a human role with the possibility of turning later. If there is space for one more?

Please make two I actually prefer this idea enthusiastically.

[Love And Submission]

Played by: DTW

Height: 5'0" Weight: 105 lb. Build: Athletic
Hair: Black  Eyes: Black Skin: Baked Brown

Name:Charles Rangor The Third

Race: Human

Age: Twenty Three

Sexuality: Bi-Curious

Pack Member: No

Pack Rank: N/A



Skill set:
• Marksmanship: Charles is a crack shot. He's been hunting since he was six years old. He tagged his first buck at nine.

• Extensive Firearm Knowledge: Charles knows the ins and outs of most firearms commercially available in the united stated. He's got an exquisite
collection of antique small arms dating back all the way to the civil war. He almost always carries his  great grandfather's Smith & Wesson No. 3 revolver with him.

• Bondage: Charles is  a wizard with ropes. He grew up on a  ranch in new mexico and has been hog tying calves since before he could drive.



Character History:
Charles Rangor The Third's history starts with his great great great grandfather , Charles Rangor The First in 1889. Charles Rangor was one of the last Oklahoma sooner's to claim land during the land rush of 1889. Charles The First had come to Oklahoma with his wife Betty Anne and their five children Caleb , Cain , Calvin , Curtis and Carl. With the help of his young sons , Charles managed to build a large single family ranch on his new plot of land . At first his family was enthralled with their new home. They had moved from a cramped two bedroom apartment in Boston to a ranch home where each of the sons had their own bedroom. Sure tending to the cattle took a bit out of the boys at first but they eventually got the hang of it. What they didn't and couldn't get the hang of however was how many of the cattle they kept finding dead when they went out to feed them in the morning. It seemed as though every week , Charles would have to ride into town and buy him another head of livestock just to find half of 'em chewed up the next week. This kept happen for a few months before one day a big brown native came riding to the ranch to speak with Charles. He said that the wolves didn't want him or his family here and that they kept killing his livestock to try and get him to leave. Well Charles wasn't having none of that so he sent the native away. He simply thought the man's warnings were nothing but native superstition , wolves wouldn't kill his cattle out of spite. They were wolves. That was until his first born son Caleb went missing one day on his way home from school. Charles and his other four sons searched for Caleb for weeks to no avail. The family journal says they never did find the boy. The family journal also notes that after the disappearance
of Caleb , Charles and his son formed a posse. A posse with one goal . To drive the wolves out of Oklahoma.

That posse continued to ride the Oklahoma Plains , murdering any wolf they came across and selling the pelts until Charles The First died at the age of seventy one in Nineteen Ten. After the paw died , The Rangor boys that they had seen the last of their wolf hunting days. They were grown men now and most of them left Oklahoma to go start families of their own. For years , The Rangor's put their wolf hunting days behind them until one day in the early thirties when Cain Rangor started hearing wolf howls outside his Cabin in the woods of Oregon. Now Martha Rangor , Cain's wife just thought he was hearing things at first but after a few weeks of hearing Cain complain about the howling she began to worry about him. His was constantly on edge and lashed out at her verbally for the littlest things. She stayed with him in that paranoid state for a few days before taking her and Cain's wife Charles The Second to her mother's house for the weekend. When she returned she found her husband sitting in his favorite chair in the living room. Dead. With his throat ripped out. Curtis was the next to go. They only found him arm in his backyard in North Carolina. Then Calvin and finally Carl. Each one died under his supposedly mysterious circumstances but the Rangor Families knows what really happened , those damn wolves got 'em.

Charles Rangor The Second was only twenty five when he took up his grandfather's occupation of wolf hunting. He taught each of his six sons Marcus , Mike , Maxwell , Miles and Charles The Third the family occupation. Now Charles The Third roams the backwoods looking for wolves to hunt just like his brothers and his grandfather and his great grandfather.



Personality: Charles The Third is  a tobacco chewing , calf roping  mean son of a bitch with iron sight eyes. He's a little bit more arrogant then your average cowboy but don't let that that bravo fool you , he's a talented marksman who can  put a flies eye out at two hundred yards. Of course there is a somewhat complex side to Charles. He doesn't exactly share his grand-paw's exuberance  for killing wolves. Sure ,  he'll hunt 'em down just like the rest of his family but he doesn't any real interest in  sending them to meet their maker.  In fact he'd much rather tie the pretty  female ones up and play with them for a while then skin any alphas. Hell , Charles has never actually skinned a wolf. Oh he's seen his father do it plenty of times but Charles is a genuine pelt virgin among the hunting community.


Additional Information:

On’s/Offs: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91597.msg4000128#msg4000128

[Julles]

Yes, just submit an CS, all positions are welcomed right now. :)

[Julles]

DtW

Played by: DTW

Height: 5'0" Weight: 105 lb. Build: Athletic
Hair: Black  Eyes: Black Skin: Baked Brown

Name:Charles Rangor The Third

Race: Human

Age: Twenty Three

Sexuality: Bi-Curious

Pack Member: No

Pack Rank: N/A



Skill set:
• Marksmanship: Charles is a crack shot. He's been hunting since he was six years old. He tagged his first buck at nine.

• Extensive Firearm Knowledge: Charles knows the ins and outs of most firearms commercially available in the united stated. He's got an exquisite
collection of antique small arms dating back all the way to the civil war. He almost always carries his  great grandfather's Smith & Wesson No. 3 revolver with him.

• Bondage: Charles is  a wizard with ropes. He grew up on a  ranch in new mexico and has been hog tying calves since before he could drive.



Character History:
Charles Rangor The Third's history starts with his great great great grandfather , Charles Rangor The First in 1889. Charles Rangor was one of the last Oklahoma sooner's to claim land during the land rush of 1889. Charles The First had come to Oklahoma with his wife Betty Anne and their five children Caleb , Cain , Calvin , Curtis and Carl. With the help of his young sons , Charles managed to build a large single family ranch on his new plot of land . At first his family was enthralled with their new home. They had moved from a cramped two bedroom apartment in Boston to a ranch home where each of the sons had their own bedroom. Sure tending to the cattle took a bit out of the boys at first but they eventually got the hang of it. What they didn't and couldn't get the hang of however was how many of the cattle they kept finding dead when they went out to feed them in the morning. It seemed as though every week , Charles would have to ride into town and buy him another head of livestock just to find half of 'em chewed up the next week. This kept happen for a few months before one day a big brown native came riding to the ranch to speak with Charles. He said that the wolves didn't want him or his family here and that they kept killing his livestock to try and get him to leave. Well Charles wasn't having none of that so he sent the native away. He simply thought the man's warnings were nothing but native superstition , wolves wouldn't kill his cattle out of spite. They were wolves. That was until his first born son Caleb went missing one day on his way home from school. Charles and his other four sons searched for Caleb for weeks to no avail. The family journal says they never did find the boy. The family journal also notes that after the disappearance
of Caleb , Charles and his son formed a posse. A posse with one goal . To drive the wolves out of Oklahoma.

That posse continued to ride the Oklahoma Plains , murdering any wolf they came across and selling the pelts until Charles The First died at the age of seventy one in Nineteen Ten. After the paw died , The Rangor boys that they had seen the last of their wolf hunting days. They were grown men now and most of them left Oklahoma to go start families of their own. For years , The Rangor's put their wolf hunting days behind them until one day in the early thirties when Cain Rangor started hearing wolf howls outside his Cabin in the woods of Oregon. Now Martha Rangor , Cain's wife just thought he was hearing things at first but after a few weeks of hearing Cain complain about the howling she began to worry about him. His was constantly on edge and lashed out at her verbally for the littlest things. She stayed with him in that paranoid state for a few days before taking her and Cain's wife Charles The Second to her mother's house for the weekend. When she returned she found her husband sitting in his favorite chair in the living room. Dead. With his throat ripped out. Curtis was the next to go. They only found him arm in his backyard in North Carolina. Then Calvin and finally Carl. Each one died under his supposedly mysterious circumstances but the Rangor Families knows what really happened , those damn wolves got 'em.

Charles Rangor The Second was only twenty five when he took up his grandfather's occupation of wolf hunting. He taught each of his six sons Marcus , Mike , Maxwell , Miles and Charles The Third the family occupation. Now Charles The Third roams the backwoods looking for wolves to hunt just like his brothers and his grandfather and his great grandfather.



Personality: Charles The Third is  a tobacco chewing , calf roping  mean son of a bitch with iron sight eyes. He's a little bit more arrogant then your average cowboy but don't let that that bravo fool you , he's a talented marksman who can  put a flies eye out at two hundred yards. Of course there is a somewhat complex side to Charles. He doesn't exactly share his grand-paw's exuberance  for killing wolves. Sure ,  he'll hunt 'em down just like the rest of his family but he doesn't any real interest in  sending them to meet their maker.  In fact he'd much rather tie the pretty  female ones up and play with them for a while then skin any alphas. Hell , Charles has never actually skinned a wolf. Oh he's seen his father do it plenty of times but Charles is a genuine pelt virgin among the hunting community.


Additional Information:

On’s/Offs: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91597.msg4000128#msg4000128

Approved, I will move him over as soon as I can. :)

[xPeachyPuff]

I'm still looking into making a female hunter, just so you're aware of my interest! Sorry for the delay!

- Rainbow

[xPeachyPuff]

Here is my character submission! I would love any feedback on her (: Hope she looks good!

- Rainbow

Played by: xSnorkleRainbow

Name: Noelle Talbet.

Race: Human - Hunter.

Age: 24 Years.

Sexuality: Heterosexual // Bi-Curious.

Eye Candy: #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6

Appearance: Standing at 5'3", Noelle has a slender, slightly athletic figure; she is very petite. She has pale skin that contrasts with her dark brown eyes framed with long, thick black lashes. Her hair is a dark chestnut colour, reaching just past her shoulders; she likes to keep it a manageable length. She has a few scars littered over her body, the biggest one spanning most of her back, reaching diagonally from her right shoulder down to her left hip. The scar is made up of four long scratches, obviously from some sort of big beast. There is another small scar on the left of her abdomen as well as a small circular scar on her right shoulder. Her ears are pierced twice on each lobe, but that is the extent of her body jewellery. She also has one tattoo on her right hip of a tribal turtle which is positions slightly diagonal, facing her back as if swimming over her hip; it was something her dad had that he thought always brought him protection. Noelle's usual sense of dress is very dark, consisting of black/dark blue jeans, a black tank top under a dark checkered shirt under a slim fitting, black leather jacket.

Pack Member: N/A.

Pack Rank: N/A.

Skill set: Being trained as a hunter by her father, she was put through rigorous training regimes and is skilled with various weaponry. Noelle is very good at improvising and can think up plans on the spot or use the environment to her advantage at the click of a button. She is also skilled in knives and guns, though prides herself on her hand to hand combat. Noelle is very agile and uses her height to get by enemies quickly and efficiently, while also being very flexible which helps her get through small gaps. Her flexibility also helps with causing damage to taller enemies, as she can jump, kick and reach farther than one her height would be expected to. It's safe to assume that she packs quite a lot of punch in the small package that is her body and her bite is definitely worse than her bark. That being said, she is still very young and hasn't been hunting alone for very long; she's not used to not having any back up.

Character History: Noelle was born to a family who seemed to everyone in the pretty suburban neighbourhood to be normal. With their white picket fence, their pristine garden and clean appearance, they were just like everybody else. That was until one night, when the family were vacationing in their wooden cabin out in the woods that everything changed for good. Noelle was only three years old at that time. A lone wolf had come out of the woodlands around the cabin and attacked her mother, leaving her with a fatal wound and screams that Noelle continued to dream about even to the present day. At that time she didn’t realize that the cabin would become her new home. After her mother passed, her father slipped into ‘revenge’ mode and Noelle was unfortunately dragged into that. He sold the family home and moved them both out to the cabin in the woods so that he could return to his roots that his daughter later found out was subjected around hunting. Not just fox hunting, however, hunting for things she had only imagined had existed in fairy tales; werewolves. It took her a long time to believe her father that these beasts were real, that they could look exactly like him or her and be a beast inside, but he began to train her up and she was soon brought on hunts with him once she turned eleven years old.

Her first hunt was terrifying; the wolves were terrifying, but her father showed her that they could be taken down just as any human could, you just needed to put in a bit more effort. She had the knowledge, she just needed the practice, he said. He would always have her back, he said. They had to rid the world of the were’s existence, he said. It took her years before her first kill, which she managed when she was only fourteen years old and she had to admit, in her early years of hunting she developed a taste for it, a thirst for blood that could not be quenched. Her training continued, only getting harder and harder as the years went on, her knowledge of her body, of their body and of the environment growing vast as her father unknowingly forced her to grow every single day. There were no breaks, or at least nothing decent that stood out in her mind. Everything grew to be about killing, about werewolves.

Life continued very much the same way, she began to learn first aid as the years went on; her father always said she should never go to a hospital unless she was dying, so she learned to stitch herself up and managed to improve her tolerance for pain. It was when she was twenty two that things changed yet again for her. The two of them went out on a hunt; he’d had a lead on a few were’s in the area, nothing they couldn’t handle. When they managed to hunt out the wolves, they found that it was a small pack and were quickly overwhelmed. She managed to dodge the attacks and retreated without question when her father gave the order, but it was later revealed to her that he hadn’t been so lucky. He had be bitten; a sure way for him to turn. It was devastating to her; she couldn’t lose her father, he was her entire world, they looked after each other. Her father saw the circumstance completely differently, however, and things seemed to go downhill for them once they’d returned home; it was obvious he didn’t have long from the severity of the wound. He’d either turn into the things he hated or bleed out before the day was up. It didn’t take him long to snap, to lose his mind; this was a sign that she needed to go on alone, that she needed to take his life and become an ultimate hunter. She needed to kill him. Of course, Noelle couldn’t do it, she refused at first and he continued to babble about it continuously as she tried to take care of him. He wanted her to do it, to take the silver knife on the counter and stab him straight in the heart. He spoke of the many ways she could kill him, as if he were enjoying it; he would even laugh occasionally. The whole thing fucked her up, she couldn’t think straight let alone act normal; she couldn’t eat, drink, keep still, think straight, everything was upside down and wrong. This wasn’t supposed to happen. When he turned, it was a horrible sight, it was almost like he’d lost who he was completely. He went for her, tried to bite her and that’s what forced her into action. Noelle murdered the only man she’d had throughout her life, the only person in the world who cared about her and now she was left alone forever, forced on this path of blood to complete his mission; the extinction of werewolves.

Personality: Noelle is quite reserved and could be described as cool and collected; that's how she appears on the outside any way. In reality, Noelle is constantly torn and conflicted. On one hand, she is angry, she's so angry over her mother and fathers death that she wants to rid the world of the plague that is the werewolves. Yet on the other, she wants to settle, to be content with her life and to be happy; she doesn't want to continuously be on the hunt for the rest of her life. Once one gets past her hard exterior, Noelle is a feminine, trustworthy, loyal friend to the very core. She enjoys the company of others, when she finds that she can trust them, but she is constantly struggling with the idea of trusting and it can be very hard for her to get past the first stages of meeting someone.

Wolf Form: N/A.

Additional Information: An OOC note! Yes, Noelle has a burning hatred for werewolves and her instinct in mostly always to kill them on sight. However, she is not physic and cannot tell one from a normal human so long as they appear and act fully human. It would be interesting for her to get close to a wolf as a human, only to discover later that he is a were, causing inner conflict. She would also be open to relationships with human's, of course! Please PM me if you have any questions about her or would like to start up a story line with her.

On’s: Passionate partners, Partners who know what they want, Cursing, Romance/Romantic Partners, Bath/Shower/Rain/Lake/Water-in-general scenes, Guys with facial hair, Older partners.

Off’s: Needles, Pregnancy, Anal, Fart/Feces/Urine/Vomit Fetish, Cannibalism/Vore. (For more details on my personal O/O's please go here!)

[Deamonbane]

Hello beautiful...

[xPeachyPuff]

Hello beautiful...

Why hello. I like your avatar, haha.

- Rainbow ♥

[Deamonbane]

*smiles* I am a huge fan of his...

And I like your avatar too...

*extends hand* I go by Bane in these here parts... how are you?

[Jinxy]

Played by: Jinxy

Appearance:

Name: Neka Crow

Race: Bitten
Age: 25

Sexuality: Straight

Pack Member: No

Pack Rank: N/A

Skill set: Tracking, Neka uses her human tracking skills she learned growing up for hunting with the added help of her wolf senses. Making her a great hunter. She can spot simple things like leaves kicked out of place, a slightly print or a branch broken unnaturally on a tree.

Character History: Neka was raised by her father in their Tribe. He raised her much like a boy, hunting, finish and horseback riding, without the affection of her mother who died giving birth there wasn't much hope for the poor girl to be much of a lady. Neka Crow is a descendant of the Blackfoot tribe, gre up in north america, practicing the teachings of her people, the skills it once took to make a warrior. Though back then she wouldn't have been much of a warrior, woman of the tribe would have raised her in her mother's passing. But this being a new time, everything was left to her father Jonathan Crow. He treated her much like the son he would never have, as Neka's mother Charlotte was his soul mate.

Neka excelled at tracking, but lacked in the making the kill department. Never being able to force herself into take that kill shot. Always leaving that and the gutting up to her father. She didn't spend much time with the girls her age preferring the company of boys more than anything while she was young. But as she grew older and became more beautiful and the signs of womanhood started to show, the boys started to see her for what she was and not just one of the guys. The soon started to treat her different which left her an outcast among the girls and the boys on the reservation.

When she was nineteen her father was killed in a tragic car crash leaving her more than just a little alone. She had no one anymore. The tribe elders tried there best to help care for her, but she wanted nothing to do with any of them. She became angry and soon shut herself away from everyone. She became destructive towards herself, drinking and smoking, going out to bars and flirting for drinks. In places no one knew her for what she was, and orphaned native american tomboy.

It was only a year after her fathers death, at the age of twenty did her life truly change. Walking through the woods drunk, tracking an animal who'd been killing her chickens. She was attacked by a wolf. The animal and clawed and bitten her chest, leaving her for dead, but death did not come for her as she hoped. A hunting party from the tribe had been out hunting the very creature and stumbled upon her. Getting her to help and basically saving her life for the most part. But the attack left her more change than she had ever been.

Before her first change Neka had become more angry, she hated the hunting party for saving her life when all she really wanted was death, to join the people, the only people who had ever really cared for her.  She felt dead on the inside since her fathers death and wished that she could be totally dead like him and her mother. The night of her first change had been the truly life changing moment. Though the pain of it was intense as he bones shifted, broke and reformed, skin tore away revealing dark fur. When it was over, she felt alive, more alive than she had ever felt, even when her father was away.

That night she ran and ran and ran, she killed for the first time and she enjoyed it. She howled at the moon from the peak of the mountains surrounding the reservation. It was then she knew she wanted to see the world, to travel around and seek out others of her kind. Even though she had no clue what she was getting herself into. All Neka cared about was that she finally wanted to live.


Personality: Neka isn't like most women these day, nothing about her is coy, she says what's on her mind and doesn't think twice about how it may hurt someone feels or how saying it might cause her to get a fat lip. She just doesn't follow the rule if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all. Because she truly just says it all. But beneath her tough exterior rest a woman, she can be caring and loving to those who gain it. Once her trust is there its there until the other person screws up. Neka has a slight problem with her temper and has spent the last few years of her like trying trying to keep control of the wolf inside her. Which she has a pretty good grasp on. She still suffers from a slight drinking problem, using whiskey to treat what ales her most that day. But a drunk Neka normally mean a sometimes out of control Neka. Though she's very much a tomboy, she knows she's a beautiful girl and uses it when she must flirting with the right person to make her way. In the long run, Neka is bad tempered, bad mouthed and kind of mean. But has a sweet side if you earn it.

Wolf Form: Wolf Form

Additional Information: In rp I hope to see someone gain Neka's trust, in more of a romantic notion. A bit of a love story so to speak. Though it would be easy.

On’s: Playfulness, flirting, kissing, play-fighting, rough sex. Dominate males (as she thinks of herself as a dominate female, she needs a male on a higher level to handle her). Males who know what they want and will take it some what forcefully.

Off’s: Water sports, Non Con.

(My characters O/O's are separate from my own drastically. Please look at mine to see things I am and not willing to do in rp. You will see I will do just about anything.)