forum Mandatory Therapy: Werewolves Addition (CLOSED)

Started November 01, 2022 by @Nicolo_Needs_A_Nap

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I read through some of your rps and you seem like a pretty good fit, so if you'd like to join, you're free to!

Rad! Go make a character my friend!

Also anyone who's made a character already, please respond to this so I can take tally

Thanks ya'll!!!

Name:Trenton Kazara

Age: 17
Gender:male
Sexuality: straight
Pronouns: he him
Appearance: he's got fluffy black hair, a baseball cap that smushes down the hair into side tufts with some coming out the front because he wears the hat backwards. He usually has on a t-shirt and a hoodie with a jacket on top of the hoodie. He's a bit of a weirdo when it comes to that regard but he gets cold pretty easily. He has on jeans with some converse. He has brown wolf ears and tail.

• General Appearance: uhhh I mean, that's his general appearance.
• Notable Features: he has a jagged scar from the top of his lip going side ways to the bottom of his chin. His ear is mangled, he has scars riddled on his face and what looks almost like claw marks on his neck.

Personality: he tends to not be as trusting anymore from what happened though he dosent act like it, he's pretty friendly for the most part but his lack of knowledge of the world makes him seem stupid. He's actually decently smart and is extremely loyal to those that decide that they want to be friends with him. He will defend those he cares about until his dying breath.
Quirks: can be agressive, (also a bit towards himself) indulges in horrible coping mechanisms, over spending himself. Working himself bone dry.
Wolf Form Appearance: his wolf is a bit of a mix of black furr that's fine, and then the fluffy brown hair. His hair went from soft and fluffy to coarse and fine as he got more stressed. His eyes are more on the brown side, though they turn reddish when he gets pissed.

Is that everyone?

Alrighty! I'll type out a starter soon

You had all been led into the room of the dingy church basement by your social workers, all wolves like you, most of them loners, but some in a pack. They kept telling you this would be a good thing, but as you surveyed the room, slowly filling up with kids, they were all wolves, each with a different scent. The scents muddled uncomfortably, making one kid, who was here before everyone else, wrinkle their nose.
The woman standing behind the kid who wrinkled their nose smiled widely, a hint of feral coming from her sharp-toothed smile, but nothing enough to worry about it. "Hi y'all! I'm Mary, I'll be the coordinator for this whole shindig! Looks like we have a lot of new faces today!"

Raysu huffs derisively at this woman's attitude.

She positively reeked of fake cheer, and the smile only added to the fakeness of it.

She never even wanted to be there. She'd been perfectly fine on her own until then, she'd be perfectly fine on her own now too.

But she'd been forced into this, and there was no arguing with the council.

So here she was, sitting with one leg crossed over the other, glaring at any male that decided she looked like an interesting prospect until they went away.

The same was the case with girls, though it may have been just a smidge less hostile. Not that anybody would be able to tell.

Ronni kept her eyes down as Tanya walked her in. The social worker gently encouraged her towards a seat, and Ronni glanced up at her with a look that said it all, the scents of hesitance and irritation rolling off her in waves.
Do I have to?
Tanya nodded quickly, a small smile on her face. "I'll be back to pick you up." She touched Ronni's shoulder gently, made eye contact with Mary, and whisked back out the door.

Ronni sat down slowly, the reality of being alone in the situation sinking in.
Mary, the moderator, smelled… more stable than the rest of the people in the room, but like she was intentionally trying to cover her real feelings.
There was a boy grimacing in obvious olfactory overload, and Ronni didn't disagree with him. The mix of fear, anger, hurt, irritation, and boredom in the room was a sour tang that she could almost taste.
There was a big girl a couple chairs away who looked like hatred, and smelled like she was ready to tear throats out. Ronni made a mental note not to make eye contact.

She sat there quietly, trying to make herself small and unseen, staring mostly at the floor but also managing to keep tabs on the other people in the room.

Aspen wrinkled their nose again, still overwhelmed with the smell. They didn't like the mix of everyone in the same room, he was used to one smell or two at a time, not what felt like hundreds. They had to bite back a snarl when someone sat too close to them, but managed to keep it inside, only letting out a small grumble that could've been excused as a complaint at being here. They pulled on Mary's sleeve, her leaning down so they could whisper something in her ear.
"Do I really have to do this? I'm fine on my own, why'd the council pull this crap?" They muttered, looking forlornly out the window like the inside itself was out to get them.
Mary just pat their shoulder and smiled again, this time a genuine one.
"It'll be fine kiddo."

Raysu sniffs the air, two scents standing out to her: one, distressed by all the new smells - understandable, the place reeked of fear and anxiety - and another, the source of roughly half the fear and anxiety she was smelling.

She narrows her eyes as she tracks the smell, her eyes narrowing as she focuse on the one that smelled of fear.

Ah, it's her that's making the room smell so damn uncomfortable. she thinks.

She looks away, towards the other, and pauses, hackles raising in distress.

Is it. . .? No, I killed him. It's just someone that looks like him. . . she thinks, trying to reassure herself.