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Name:

Alexandra Wolff

Nickname:

Alex

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Straight

Age:

19

Role:

Freshman

Power:

Animal shiftier, to not make her overpowered, she can shift into 4 different animals. Silver fox, gray wolf, a black and red hawk. The 4th form has not been discovered. And it may not be discovered at all.

In tune with nature. (Is that a power?)

Appearance:

Credits go to picrew

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Alex is a tall young woman with long brown hair and gray eyes. Her left eye happens to be slightly darker than her right. Flecks of dark, almost black line the inside. Dark green glasses frame her eyes in a way that say look at me. She has pale skin that has a very small bit of tan. A tiny amount of freckles line her nose, but a fading as the year moves on. Alex walks with confidence and pride. Her voice strong and demanding. She may be young, be she is not scared. One draw back to her beauty, is she has a scar along her forearm and up her arm to her collar bone. The origin will be reviled, eventually. As for hight, standing 5'10", she is pretty tall. Yaeh, tall. Alex tends to dress in dark gray, maybe some dark blue. Also, sneckers. Nothing else. Barefoot or snecker foot. A muscular frame sets off her string bean build. Fast on her feet, there is a good chance you will have a bloody nose if you tangle with her.

Personality:

Alex is a kind person who is protective of those she loves. Although she can get pretty spunky when annoyed, that rarely happens. She is a go with the flow character. Alex is a smart individual with a troubled past. It will be reviled later in the RP. Because of that, she is socially awkward and protective. She has not been around many people and does not want her friends to have to go through the same. She also happens to be a little clingy from that experience. A little sassy, she tends to speak before thinking. This leads to her coming off as rude. But if you get to know her, you will find a friend who will stop at nothing to make sure you are okay. Physically or mentally. She is slightly theiran, which ties into her power. Shifted, she is more brave and daring, there is nothing she will not do. Beside ask her crush out on a date. You will end up with "Woodoo yoo goo moo daatoo"

Likes:

Dragons, Fighting, wolves, protecting, veggies

Dislikes:

Spell check not working, Baths(Showers are fine, but baths), loneliness, people judging her, Did I mention spelling?

Strengths:

shifting, protecting, and calming people down

Weakness:

shuts down when lonely, limited shifts, social awkwardness, gets motherly when friends are sad or hurt

Back story:

Umm... Home schooled through 8th grade. First year in 9th. Loves it. Has been in her martial art school for 7ish years now. Maybe more. She lost count.

Afflictions:

TBD

Crush: Open

Other: I write in first person, I am using a character from another RP.

I love the way you discribed autocorrect

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I stretch and rummage in my suitcase. I really need to get my clothes into my closet. I take out a dark green shirt and a dark pair of jeans. I yawn and snatch shampoo. I head off to the shower moan. My neck hurts. I make a mental note to wear in the pillow as I brush my teeth. Taking off my gold and moonstone necklace, I gargle and get in the shower.

He woke up, and promptly fell off the corner of his bed. With a yelp, he scrambled up, crashing into his desk and causing a vase to fall on his head, splattering him with water and what appeared to be a very dead rose. He groaned, rubbing his head, and pushed himself up, glad that the vase wasn't broken. If he'd gotten glass in his hair too he'd have punched someone. Maybe even multiple someones. That sounded satisfying even now. He was too nice though. He was too sweet to actually do anything except be boring and normal though, most of the time, unless he... no, nope, he wasn't even gonna think about it. Or the burns on the ceiling. Or the black fur on the rug after he came back from that party. No, no, no. He would get ready for the day instead.

He had been forced to take a shower as well, dead flowers sucked. And stunk. And he didn't want to stink. Anyway, he had to go now, in order to get to class, right? What day was it? He at least needed to find something to eat. Or drink. Coffee... that sounded pretty good. He stumbled out of his room, smacking himself into a door across the hall in the process, but eventually managing to get moving towards the entrance to the dorm.

I and get out. My stomach grumbles and I stretch. Listening to my back cracking, I stare at the clock. It is Sunday, right? Either way, I pack everything into a backpack and leave it right next to the door. I start the walk down to the cafeteria and the smell of bacon. The smooth walls of the school are pale brown with age. I wonder for the 17th time where my mother slept. The smell of coffee overpowers the sweet scent of bacon. The smell of coffee all way calms me down, but the caffeine does not help me at all. My stomach grumbles again as I walk into the large room already full of people.

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Is shifting a secret, or is this a school for them?

~Phoenix~
He walked down the hall, his long stride evening out as he calmed down. He didn't panic; that wasn't him. He had to just stay calm, and his day would go smoothly, just like any other. He had just had that dream last night... the dream about meeting another shifter... it was just a dream though. There weren't any other shifters, and he had to stop. What had happened to him? He needed that coffee bad. Then he needed to hopefully get some more sleep. He didn't really have many friends, so he didn't really have much to do on the weekend other than way too much homework. Either way, he was at the cafeteria now, and he wanted that coffee.

I step into line for bacon, staying away from any form of egg like it carried the plague. Not like I am allergic or anything. Spearing fruit to bring it to my plate, I smell something off. Like, fur. I dismiss it and grab more cantaloupe. Waking out of the line, I nearly trip over at least 2 people. The tables are packed, leaving my one empty table at the back-ish. I take a seat and dig in.