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This is a private Rp. Please do not post unless you are listed above, thank you!
Plot:
A new person, Character A (Lost) moves into a very small town deep in the mountains and forests. This person happened to be the shifter. Character A and Character B (Cupcake), a human, meet in a library where A asks B about a shifter legend book they were reading. The page B was on being about mates. Shifters were considered a myth or legend around those parts. And from there they communicate and find out they are mates later on.
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East Age 23 Gender Male Appearance East Ridge's human form is a striking presence, built with a heavy, toned frame that exudes strength and masculinity. Standing at an impressive 6'6", he often towers over others, his height being one of the first things people notice about him. His physique is both solid and somewhat lean, balancing strong muscles with a firm, robust build, making him appear both powerful and capable. His hair is a deep, pitch-black shade, thick and fluffy in texture, often left tousled in an unkempt, almost wild style. It contrasts with his very pale skin, which has a faint yellowish undertone, giving him a slightly ghostly appearance. Scars mark his body, adding to his hardened look—one prominent scar runs across his ribcage, and another crosses the bridge of his nose. East Ridge’s eyes are a striking baby blue, but they hold a coldness that seems almost detached. Unlike a stern or fierce coldness, his gaze is chilling in a way that feels distant, with an emotionless quality that makes it hard for others to read his true thoughts or intentions. Wolf form In his wolf form, East is an almost otherworldly figure, with an immense size that defies natural norms. His pitch-black fur is thick, shaggy, and noticeably untamed, with tangled mats lining the edges of his belly, haunches, cheek ruffs, and tail. Standing at an incredible 5 feet at the shoulder, he towers over the normal wolf, his immense height making him look like something out of legend. His build is a balance of raw power and agility, with a well-muscled frame and long, lean legs that carry his enormous body with eerie grace and speed. His baby blue eyes retain that chilling, soulless coldness, and in this massive wolf form, they seem even more piercing and unapproachable. His gaze holds an unsettling, distant quality. Personality Alpine possesses a calm and serious demeanor that veils him in an almost otherworldly coolness. His presence is magnetic yet distant, and he seems to carry a weight of experience that remains unreadable to most. Those around him sense his quiet mystery, an aura that draws people in but keeps them guessing. Alpine’s gaze is piercing yet remote, as if he’s always observing but seldom revealing his thoughts. When he speaks, he chooses his words with a measured precision, revealing only as much as he deems necessary. This guarded nature gives him a mystique that others find both compelling and disquieting, as if he holds secrets beyond anyone’s reach. Alpine’s strength lies in his calm control. He meets challenges with an unshakable composure, his focus steady even in the face of adversity. This cool boldness doesn’t just earn respect; it commands it. His confidence isn’t brash or loud; instead, it radiates subtly, a quiet power that underscores every move he makes. His movements and decisions are careful and deliberate, as though he’s always a step ahead, anticipating what others cannot see. Despite his reserved and sometimes cold demeanor, Alpine is fiercely loyal to a select few. For those he truly trusts, he offers rare glimpses of warmth that come through in subtle gestures—a quiet nod of understanding, a watchful glance, or a rare smile. This loyalty is steadfast and unwavering, and his protectiveness over those he cares for runs deep, though it’s often understated. His care doesn’t rely on grand expressions; instead, it’s woven into his actions, speaking volumes without a single word. Strengths Strength, stealth, and agileness. Weaknesses Crowded places and the feeling of doubt. Other |
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Baylee Rhian Age 21 Gender Female Appearance Baylee's form is by no means striking or challenging. She is a very small presence, standing around 5'1" with a slender and athletic body. She's pear shaped, meaning her shoulders and bust are narrow while her hips and thighs are thicker. She weighs somewhere around 110 pounds and can fit in the majority of small, tight places. She has a flat belly with faintly defined muscle, but the majority of her strength is in her legs. Most of the time she goes unnoticed by other people, able to slip in and out with her small form and light footsteps.
Her hair is a light blonde color, glimmering gold in the sunlight. The loose curls tumble down her back like a water fall, some of it often being held back with the help of a simple piece of ribbon. She likes to keep it neat and tangle free. Her skin is fair and free of scarring, with the single mark on her face being a beauty mark beneath her left eye. Her skin has warm undertones despite being fair, with hints of pink popping out across her cheeks and other high points of her body. Speaking of eyes, hers are a warm, amber-golden color. They're friendly and inviting, her long lashes perfect for batting and getting things that she wants. She doesn't always use them to her advantage, but they do help in playfully challenging situations. Her doe-eyes show everything that she's feeling without hesitation, no matter whether it's good or bad. She has no poker face what so ever, and that's okay. She'd rather be upfront about her feelings anyways. Personality Baylee possesses a friendly but shy demeanor. Her presence is inviting and warm, but she has a tendency to keep to herself unless she's approached first. Her timid and meek personality makes it hard for her to make friends and go up to those she doesn't know, but once she does start to open up, she is one of the nicest and friendliest people you could ever meet. She loves to talk and joke around, her playful personality never failing once she's been brought out of her little shell.
While she seems to be an open book, Baylee keeps her personal details to herself, only divulging those facts to those she trusts undyingly. She can be a little guarded with her heart, as she's been hurt badly in the past and has no wish to be hurt again. She likes to do for others, but once her trust has been broken or her feelings hurt beyond repair, her demeanor can snap into something completely different and cold.
She may protect those that hold her heart with her life, but she's not as forgiving to those who have wronged her. He patient and caring nature is not to be taken advantage of or for granted. It's one of the quickest ways to lose her as a friend. She'll do anything for you and ask for nothing in return, but do not use and manipulate someone with such a heart of gold.
She enjoys getting to do things for others, and loves even more when she's given the same energy back. She's a simple woman and doesn't ask for much other than someone who will care for her like she does them. Strengths Wit, speed, and hiding/sneaking Weaknesses Dark places and heights Likes Music, reading, quiet places Dislikes Spicy foods, being alone, thunderstorms Other Pic to come |
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East East walked into the old, dusted library, his steps echoing softly in the stillness of the room. The heavy scent of aged paper and polished wood filled the air, mingling with the faint hint of dust that clung to every surface. Sunlight filtered through narrow, high windows, casting a warm but dim glow across the rows of shelves, creating patterns of light and shadow that danced around him as he moved. The dim light filtering through the narrow, tall windows cast long shadows, adding a somber air to the towering shelves filled with forgotten books. Dust motes floated lazily in the thin shafts of sunlight, swirling gently as he disturbed the stillness of the room. He paused, letting his gaze travel over the rows upon rows of worn, leather-bound volumes, each one seemingly holding secrets as quiet and ancient as the library itself. His dark, fitted shirt blended with the shadows, as if he belonged to the space as much as the books and dust did, and his presence seemed to fill the room with an air of calm and purpose. His boots, scarred and well-worn, made soft, steady sounds as he moved further in, their weighty steps grounding him in the silence. A faint, subtle glint caught the light as he reached up to brush his fingertips across a dusty spine—a dark pendant peeking out just briefly from beneath his shirt. It disappeared again as he lowered his hand, as though it, too, belonged in the shadows. Around his wrist, the leather bracelet lay snug, a small detail that seemed to carry its own hidden history, like a whisper from another time. He finally stopped at a particular shelf, tilting his head slightly as he examined the titles, his gaze as cool and unreadable as ever. The stillness of the library seemed to deepen around him, as if the room itself had fallen silent in his presence, waiting. East gazed over the sections, his eyes scanning each title with a measured intensity. His brow furrowed subtly as his search came up empty. He let out a quiet sigh, tugging on his lower lip thoughtfully with his teeth, a flicker of frustration breaking through his calm exterior. For a moment, he simply stood there, silent, as if willing it to reappear. East ran his fingers through his hair, a sigh slipping from his lips as his hand fell back to his side. " could really use that book..." he thought, frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior. His eyes narrowed as he continued searching, scanning each dusty shelf with mounting irritation. "Cursed moon goddess," he muttered under his breath, "for bringing me to a town where the one book I need most has vanished." |
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