In the outskirts of Los Angles, near Hollywood, there is an enormous academy for werewolves and vampires in the clearing of the woods. In the academy, the young(or are they?) werewolves and vampires are taught to defend themselves, to hone their powers for the greater good, to learn, and to over all be the best they can be. Enroll your werewolf or vampire now!
((Okay, here I will try to revive my baby boi))
((YAY!))
Werewolf or Vamp)) Vampire
Name)) Flynn Copeland
Age)) 18
Gender)) Male
Sexuality)) Pansexual
Crush)) N/A
Appearance))
Personality)) He is very bubbly and happy, but can be serious when it comes down to it. He loves to help others, and becomes bothered if he can't do anything to help. Flynn falls in love quickly.
Skills)) He's good with a bow and arrow. He also has all the normal powers of a vampire, plus shadow manipulation.
Extra Powers(has to have a good reason for them; part warlock, part Fey, etc); OPTIONAL)) N/A
Zodiac Sign)) Scorpio
Theme Song)) Love Hurts by Incubus
((Yeah, I know it’s short. This is the original XD. I’ll fix it up later))
((Also, I'm putting a rule here. NO SUPER LONG POSTS. Our other group already takes all of my time to write a response, so I can't have double that. Occasionally a long one is good, but otherwise try to keep it to around two paragraphs.))
“Everything will be awesome if we just stay positive!”
Name: Flynn Copeland
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
DOB: November 2nd
Star Sign: Scorpio
“I do regret some things I’ve done in the past, yes.”
Appearance:
Dress style:
Personality: Flynn loves to help people. Like, that’s his main calling in life. He’ll do absolutely anything he can to help someone, and if he can’t help them? He ends up feeling really bad. Overall, Flynn is a very happy and bubbly character. He acts a lot like a child and becomes overjoyed at the simplest things in life. He has learned to appreciate everything and everyone for the way they are. If it comes down to it, he will be serious. He likes to please people and will often copy their body language and mannerisms to make them like him more. Flynn also tends to fall in love with people fast, as does have some connection issues.
“YAY!”
History: Flynn has an extremely long history that, quite frankly, I don’t feel like typing. Basically, he was bitten in the 1400s by a random vampire who was starving for blood, but showed mercy and let him live. From then on, he travelled the world making friends wherever he went. Flynn was always careful not to reveal his true identity, as most people hated and feared vampires (and most still do). He was finally settling down in the 1800s, as he had made a true friend who accepted him for who he was. Flynn got into a mood, and killed the brother of that true friend. Just for fun, not for any real reason. From then on, that true friend shunned him and he continued to travel the world, never really settling down again. Finally, Flynn ended up in the Academy.
Species: Vampire
Skills: Flynn is exceptional with a bow and arrow. He can hit almost any target he wants if he has one. He’s also very quick on his feet, even for a vampire. However, Flynn is no good with a knife and can only stab things, his form terrible and not at all correct. But, Flynn does have all the normal powers of a vampire. Those include: shadow manipulation, shapeshifting into a wolf, black dog, rat, or bat, flying, weather manipulation (to an extent), hypnotization (not werewolves), true face, and true form.
“No touchy touchy!”
Favorite song: Love Hurts by Incubus
Playlist:
-Legend by Twenty One Pilots
-Ilomilo by Billie Eilish
-Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger
-My Hero by Foo Fighters
-Walk by Foo Fighters
Lyrics that most describe him/favorite lyrics: “Love hurts, but sometimes it’s a good hurt and it feels like I’m alive. Love sings, when it transcends the bad things. Have a heart and try me, ‘cause without love I won’t survive.”
“I love you!!”
Likes: nice people, talkative people, people in general, animals, and flying.
Dislikes: running, red, racists, misogynists, homophobes, and horror movies.
Favorite movie: Napoleon Dynamite
Favorite color: Baby blue
Favorite food and drink: Mashed potatoes and lemonade.
Hobbies: Singing, dancing, drawing, writing, playing outside, hanging out with friends, flying, watching movies, cuddling, and helping people.
“Please….?”
Other: Flynn is terrible at playing instruments.
Author’s note: The softest boi in the wild wild west.
“Bye bye! I love you!!”
"Uhm, haven't you ever heard of a thing called personal space? I like having people about six feet away from me at all times."
Name: Eli Chastain
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
DOB: October 13
Star Sign: Libra
"I'm literally the only person keeping this place from burning down to the ground, and yet. . . WHO THANKS MEEEE?!!?!?!?!?."
Appearance: 
((This is the closest we're getting for now))
Dress style:
((Basically dresses like a prep))
Personality: "Uhm, I dislike everyone, I dislike the world, I dislike being a friggen dog for half of the time -on second thought that is pretty dope, never mind- I dislike everything. Except maybe books, and animal crackers, but uhm I try to keep the second one a secret. People aren't supposed to know that okay? But uhm, I like philosophy, to me I guess the wiser I sound the cooler I feel, and also, I just somehow end up being around people when they are at a crossroad. I remember, there was this one guy, I think he was there my first day at the Academy, and sadly his last, but uhm anyways, we ended up speaking, and for some reason, I helped him figure out what he needed to do in life, rather than make people happy, make himself happy, at least once his life, or take care of himself. I didn't think he was going to do what he did, but uhm, he did. . ." . . ."Anyways, I like being a nerd, and being a jerk, but after you get to know me, I start to be kinder and eventually less of a jerk to you. Actually no, that's not true, if I'm your friend, I'll be nice and stuff, like how friends are, but also a complete jerk as well. No wonder I don't have too many friends. . .Huh, it kinda makes sense. Maybe people don't like being treated like nothing. Oh well."
"Touch my animal crackers and I will make sure you never have a moment's rest in your life."
History: "Uhm, oh god, I don't like talking about this too much. Well uhm long story short, I was supposed to be the Alpha of my pack - Oh yeah, I wasn't turned, but born into the pack life- but I was the youngest out of siblings, and my older brothers being mad, and rightfully so, were out to get me. So uhm after years of being picked on, bullied, and basically anything and everything and older brother can do to torture a younger sibling, I started to leave the pack, just for a day or so, and on those days I would visit the human world. Not like I never did that to begin with, but before it was for short periods, never extremely long times. While I would be out, I would meet people, and never once did they ever think that I wasn't just like them, that I wasn't a human or something. That made me actually feel happy, as though I wasn't the monster people thought werewolves were, that in fact, I was normal too. Then, well I met him. Him being, Christopher, the most precious, sweetest boy you could ever think of. Immediately we were the best of friends, and soon, more than that. We started dating for years actually. We had talked about me leaving the pack, and running off together, but the day that I had planned on leaving the pack, and I got to his home, he was dead. My brothers had been following and tracking us, and decided to get back at me, for all of the years of being treated as less than for not being destined to be the Alpha. They were planning on killing me as well, but I sort of ranoff and went into hiding, But not after they let all their anger out on me. But that doesn't matter, I'm here now."
Species: Werewolf
Skills: "Uhm, skills. . .skills. . .do I have any? I uhm, I can talk for hours about different subjects, sometimes ones that I have no knowledge of as well, I guess that cool or something. Oh, and I like photography, not that I'm good at it or anything, I'm just decent at it or something."
"If you weren't so damn adorable I'd hitchhike out of here. But you are. So I feel like gotta stay. You cute little asshole."
Favorite song: If I Killed Someone for You - Alec Benjamin
Playlist:
-Domestic Pressures - Johann Johannsenn
-Chalkboard - Johann Johannsenn
-The Love of Tired Swans - Dimash Kudaibergen
-Moon River - James DiResta
-Le Banc - Papat Tout Gris
Lyrics that most describe him/favorite lyrics: “Would you love me more? If I killed someone for you? WOuld you hold my hands? They're the same ones that I used, when I killed someone for you. . ."
"I JUST WANTED TO READ A BOOK, BUT NOoOOOoOoooOoOOOOOOoOO YOU JUST HAD TO GO AND START A WAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Likes: nice people, talkative people, people in general, animals, and flying.
Dislikes: People trying to fix him, or help him. He's quite used to his odd ways, as someone so eloquently put it one day. He doesn't exactly want help, although it may seem that way, he's just become a bit more reserved and quiet after all that's happened in life.
Favorite movie: Oddly enough his favourite movie since childhood has always been the Barbie Princess and the Pauper movie, -and him being the tough person he is, always cries at the end of the movie.
Favorite color: " A forest green."
Favorite food and drink: Broccoli with cheese or animal crackers. And drinkwise, just water works for him.
Hobbies: "Reading, talking about philosophical, or psychiatriactric studies, and photography, thank you for your time."
"No thank you, I prefer to be a complete fool on my own time, which theoretically isn't my own, but the universe's so really, I am never a fool at all."
Other: "Uhm, I don't know, if I had to identify as a character from a musical it would be Davey from Newsies."
Author’s note: Annnnd, I've created a monster, once again.
"You overestimate my ability to not suck. Do you remember that time I taught that nine-year-old poker?"
((I LOVE HIMMMMM))
((Thank you, I love Flynnnnnn!!!))
((Thank you!!! I'm so excited!!! Do you want to do the starter while I work on replying in our other rp?))
((Sure, sounds gouda))
((Well I'm already done with the other, so I guess that works too XD))
((Yeah,maybe could you make a starter? Since I'm working on responding.))
((Sure, no problem!))
Flynn floated up to the Academy entrance, holding his little suitcase to his chest. It was filled with a few sets of clothes, but also with a lot of random toys and bobbles he insisted on bringing. Then the occasional stake and bottle of holy water, because who knew when you might have to fight in another vampire war? But that's besides the point. Anyways, Flynn floated in, opening the silver gates and dropping to the ground. Silver gates? That probably wasn't very cost effective. Anyways, he walked up to his dorm, a bounce in his step. Flynn already knew that he was dorming with someone named Eli, though he wasn't sure whether they were a vampire or a werewolf.
This academy was one for both werewolves AND vampires, which Flynn thought was amusing. Generally, those two didn't get along very well with each other. The academy was meant to be a sort of peace treaty between the two sides, though Flynn was sure that it probably wouldn't work out that way. He slid his suitcase under his bed, already putting off his first task until later. The room was simple enough: two beds, a bedside table between them, a single desk and chair, and then a bathroom off to the side. Flynn flopped down on his bed, not bothering to take his shoes off or decorate yet.
Eli had gotten to the Academy early, about maybe an hour before the check in was open. He had wanted to see if he could get a room just for himself, rather than having to share it with another boy. He thought the boys name was Flynn or something of that nature. Instead of going to the dorms once he had been admitted, he walked over to the admissions office to just ask. But after about thirty minutes of waiting in line, and another fifteen minutes in the office trying to get his way out of trying to get a single dorm, but after pleading and coming up with excuses he was denied.
He trudged out of the office and towards the dorms, grumbling and cursing under his breath, I swear to god, I'm pretty sure I'll hate this guy anyways, and if I do, then they'll have to move me. . .Right? He opened up the door of his dorm and put his suitcase down by the empty bed, practically ignoring the boy lying flat on his face on the other bed. He began to unpack his things, and decorating his side of the room with posters from different psychiatric studies, books, and other things.
Flynn sat up quickly, the words in his mind already fumbling over themselves. "H-Hi!" he beamed at the back of Eli's head. "Nice to meet you, you must be Eli! I'm Flynn! Woah, cool posters!" Flynn gasped, eyes wide. "I think I'm going to paint my side of the room, but not like, normal paint that's one color. I'm going to paint a big bouquet of flowers, and then I'm going to have all my friends sign under it!!" he beamed.
Flynn floated into the air a bit, trying to get a better look at Eli's posters. "Very nice, very nice!" he smiled. "I'm a vampire, by the way, if you couldn't already tell!" he laughed. When Eli finally turned around, Flynn gasped. "Woah, your hair is gorgeous! And I love your clothes!" he smiled. Flynn suddenly noticed Eli's expression and floated back down to his own bed, sitting on it once again. "O-Oh. I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?"
Eli turned to face the other boy, finally noticing him, "Oh, you're my roommate. Nice. . ." They couldn't have done any worse with the pairing had they tried. He tried to smile at the other boy and at least be a bit polite, "Oh uhm, thank you, they're just things I've collected over the years. " He said with a shrug, "I mean, yeah, thank you, that's nice. These are some of my favorite studies and such." He said sitting down on the mattress, pulling sheets and stuff out of his suitcase, "That sounds cool, I mean, I don't know if they'll be alright with you painting it, but if you get permission. That should be really cool." He said with a slight smile.
Then, when the other boy came closer and was nearly on top of him. He grumbled a little bit, frowning slightly, not liking his personal space being invaded that much, "Thank you." He said quietly, not really meaning it all that much, "Thank you, again. . ."He said quietly, not enjoying his personal space being invaded that much, "No, uhm, not really, I'm just really tired and grumpy." He mumbled seeing how, nervous the other boy looked, "Don't worry I don't bite, well I do, but I won't hurt you." He said with a smile, his fangs showing as his ears perked up, "Yeah, I'm a werewolf, by the way."
"Cool!" Flynn smiled. He suddenly paused, just staring at the other boy. He looked at him long and hard, analyzing his every move and mannerism. The gears in his head began to turn slowly. "You don't like me very much," Flynn said bluntly. He laid down on his bed, crossing his arms behind his head. "That's okay, I guess. Not a lot of people do. I'm just too…. exciteable," he explained. There was no self-hatred in his words, only pure fact and truth.
He sat up again, looking at Eli, with a bit of sadness in his eyes. Slowly, he reached down and pulled his suitcase out from under his bed, then pulled it to his chest. "I can go to the office and request a room change. I can make something up, say I would rather room with a vampire. There's a reason I didn't unpack yet," he laughed softly. "I've been kicked out of rooms before. Is that cool with you?"
Eli leaned back against the wall, Why is he looking at me like that? Did I do something. Oh yeah. . .my rbf face. He smiled sheepishly then rapidly shook his head, "No-no, don't think that, I do like you, I just, I'm just tired." He stood up and walked over to the other boy, standing over him, "I'd like to stay, and I promise the better we get to know each other, the less of a jerk I'll seem." He tried to smile a little bit to make himself seem a bit more friendly to the smaller boy, "I don't make promises too often, due to the fact I break them so easily, but I can promise I'll be a bit nicer, once I actually get some sleep."
He swiftly took the suitcase out of the other boy's hand and set it back down on the bed, "Now, start unpacking. I always find it to be the easiest if you do it right away rather than waiting. Because then you get lazy and stuff." He moved back over to "his" side of the room and began to unpack his things putting his clothes into the dresser on his side, "I hope that you aren't like the other vampires I've met though, they think that we werewolves are basically mangy, slobbering, dolts who don't know anything." He said with a chuckle, "Boy are they wrong, but uhm, you seem nice, enough." He said looking the other boy up and down, He does seem nice, very nice, and very cute too, although that is something I don't need to be thinking about.
"Okay!" Flynn smiled, back to his perky self. "And no, I'm not like other girls," he laughed, swishing his imaginary long hair dramatically. He laughed again, thinking that was just the funniest thing ever, and began to unpack. He hung the few clothes he had in the cloest or put them in the drawers also located in the closet. He pulled out an old timey world map themed bedspread and put it on, admiring how it looked. He didn't hang anything on the walls, leaving the space above his bed open for the flowers. On the little bedside table he put his cabinet of curiousities: a little shelf of small rodent skulls, tidbits of ribbon, curious buttons, little dead beetles and cicada shells, two butterfly wings, interestingly shaped rocks, a little fairy garden, a tiny pair of clothes, a small car, a little jar of dirt, one of blood, and one of a silverish liquid, among other things.
Flynn smiled at his work and set his small cans of paint on the desk along with some paintbrushes, determined to get to that later. He paused, then opened the drawer in the bedside table and dumped whatever was left in his suitcase in, things that he didn't deem fit to be in the cabinet. (ei, playdoh, puzzles, games, thread and yarn, and other things). He looked back up at Eli and smiled. "I'm unpacked! You can have the desk to yourself, since I stole the bedside table. But…. do you like it?"
((I'm sorry, I got no inspiration at all)
Eli inwardly groaned, If we stay friends, I'll probably end up babysitting him more than anything. . .But that wouldn't be too bad. He had figured that he would hate this guy, or the other guy would hate him, especially if the other guy was a vampire since they normally looked down on werewolves. As he finished making his bed he glanced over to see what the other boy was doing, his eyes quickly looked over all of the trinkets and a small smile formed on his lips, “That’s nice.” He said quietly, admiring all of the other boy’s things. Then he heard the other’s boy’s offer, “Oh no, we can share that, I don’t take up too much space, to begin with, so I could honestly work on my bed if need be.” He said with a shrug, as if it was no big deal, “You can take up as much space as you need man, it’s no big deal to me.”
((All good))
"No, it's all good, I won't use the desk really. I prefer to work on my bed, actually," Flynn smiled. He nodded to his little cabinet of curiosities. "I can explain where I got some of that stuff. It all has a different story."
He paused, then walked back over to the desk and broke open a can of paint. Flynn dipped a brush in the yellow and started to paint his wall in big, swooping colors. He was obviously a pretty talented artist, though he did get a lot of paint on his hands and a bit on his face. Next he dipped into a turquoise, then painted another ruffly shaped flower. As he worked, he stood on his bed and looked to the wall. "Will you sign it, once I'm done?" he asked Eli.
((I've got nothing either. Sorry lol))
Eli watched in awe as it seemed as though the flowers practically appeared on the wall. "That's beautiful." He murmured, looking at the flowers. His meanish exterior had begun to fall away, and his more quiet, kind side had sort of appeared. Realizing what was happening he sat back down on his bed and pulled out one of his many books trying to tune out the rest of the world, and trying to tune out his feelings and emotions.
"Me? Sign it? You'd actually want me to do that?" He said quietly, sort of surprised that the other boy actually wanted him to do that. "I-if you want me to." He said with a slight smile, "Does that mean that we're friends then? Not that I have a problem with that, I'm just curious."