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[b]Red River [/b] [IMG]http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd295/crissa_missa/School-1.jpg[/IMG] [b][u] magic Roleplay [/u][/b] [b]Story line[/b] We all have heard the story of Harry Potter and his friends at the lovely Hogwarts, but the one thing that they never seemed to show is werewolves, vampires or other creatures attending this school. That is because they attended Red River School of magical creatures, witches and wizards. Yes the founders did know that is it a long name so they shortened it to Red River. Red River is built in the Rocky Mountains located in the United States of America. It was founded, like Hogwarts, by four people. Now these weren’t just any people. Each was a different breed and each had their own personality. Hogwarts had started about three years ago and this group of “FRIENDS” was meeting up with one of their friends that attended Hogwarts. Now if you haven’t figured out that this friend was human I may have to smack you, but indeed he was. Randal Yanor was his name. It was his second year at Hogwarts and he was on his Christmas break. Being friends with a werewolf, vampire, and shape shifter, who weren’t allowed to attend the school, this was the time he could see them. They greeted each other with smiles under the heat of the sun all happy to see the other’s face. This group of characters is much like the group that founded Hogwarts. Here let me explain them so you get a better view of it. Randal Yanor was much like the Hufflepuffs at Hogwarts, which he just so happened to be at the school. He wasn’t a daring boy but would put part of his feet in the water so to speak. Most of the time he was shy and kept to himself, only coming out when around good friends. The best thing about him though was his love for his friends. If one was in danger he would be the first to the scene with out a moments delay. Seffas Horfesco, our shape shifter, was Ravenclaw material. This girl knew everything! Yes, it did help being able to turn into anything she wanted to obtain such knowledge but she did it mostly by books. Every time you saw this girl she would have her nose in a book. If she wasn’t reading the book it was in her back pocket waiting to be further read. At her normal school she was found only in the library reading books and making great marks. Anything that you wanted to know was in that head of hers. Joseph Garlin, our werewolf, was definitely made for Gryffindor. He was known for his loyalty for anyone or anything that he had ever met, especially his friends. The lengths he would go to help a friend had no boundary line. It was like nothing could stop him from getting to the aid of what needed it. His love for his friends shined out like a glow when he was near them and by golly was he brave. Whatever everyone else didn’t want to do he did. He would eat anything of do anything. Now I wouldn’t call this bravery but it’s what happened that showed him to be brave. While facing a dragon he stepped forward in front of all his friends and took the fiery breath of the dragon shielding his friends. In the face of danger he never ran. Last we have Jessica Viper, our lovely vampire. She was as sly as a Slytherin and had the wit of a Ravenclaw. But her slyness showed through more than her wit. Now her friends did love her but the things she came up with where unthinkable leaving all speechless around her. Jessica wasn’t one to mess with, for she always found a way to get revenge. No matter what consequence would come after her action she would still do it. They say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover and that was very true for Jessica. On the outside she had the rosy cheeks, the long soft blonde hair, the smile of an angle, and the voice of a goddess. But let her talk and the evil will spit out at you like venom. These four friends where walking up a mountain side and came to a large hill of green. There they frolicked and camped out for the night. That was the night the idea came to their heads like flies to poo. It started with just one sentence “I wish you all could come to Hogwarts to learn about yourselves and to be there with me.” Yanor was the one who said this. Garlin tossed the idea of making a school for creatures out like a coin onto the counter. Each looked up at him with eyes that smiled from socket to socket. That night they began to draw out their plan. 6 years later when Yanor had finished his schooling at Hogwarts he came back to the hill to find a large grey stone building staring down at him. His friends came over to his and patted him on the back asking what they should name it. Yanor looked to the rocks and found a red rock like stream and he said “Red River.” It is now the year 2100 and it is a new year at Red River. Many students are coming back and new students are arriving. It is many years after Harry potter walked the earth so please no descendents from him or any other character from his time. We welcome you to a new year at Red River.

Don’t judge a book by its cover

||Name||Alishia hon Verenda
||Age||17
||Sexuality||straight
||Gender|| female
||Race|| werewolf
||Year||senior

Heredity can be a bitch

||eye color|| blue
||hair color|| blond and brown
||weight|| 125lbs
||height||5feet 6inches

||Appearance||
Shia stands at 5 feet 3 inches and her long hair takes up at least 2 feet of it. The smooth straight hair glides over her shoulders and past her blades. It has a style that one would call odd. The front of her hair is blonde, a yellow that is tinted with a gold and embraced by white. The back ha it is brown. Brown like the dirt you sank your heals in the day before and that of which still lingers on your shirt from that sprawl you had. Nay it is not a normal hair style but it is one that you will remember her for.

To her own being she is a large hippo that needs to cut back on those Twinkies. You know that yellow bread with that white cream on the inside. The ones that when you eat one and the white stuff gets on your face you smile and say, “hey do you know what I was doing last night?” Yes those are the monsters. The monsters of fat and no dating, scary looks and jaw drops. Most of the people who eat these are the ones in the bikinis that you end up screaming “Oh GOD PUT A SHIRT ON…” when you see them. Truth be told she does not eat these monsters so she is not the hippo that she classifies herself as. She is actually the opposite. The queen of health, if you will. With healthy foods and a lot of exercise she has the body fit for a gymnast, muscular and slim. Only 2 percent of her body is fat and it is found on her boobs and butt.

The bust of a slim girl is normally only large enough for an A cup but Shia’s are big enough for a C. For some reason the only place that her body packs on fat is at her boobs and butt. Shia really does have a geto booty. She thinks it’s genetics.
Normally Shia is wearing any tight green shirt covered by a black vest and black skinny jeans followed by high heals. But that does not mean that she doesn’t wear anything else. She has shirts of all colors and all shapes and sizes. If you can think of it she has it. Well that is if you didn’t design it anyway. Her favorite dress EVER is a short black dress that is slit on both sides. It just passes her butt by 5 inches. This dress is her party dress.

Blood stains on the walls tell all

||Mother|| Kara Verenda (hornes)
||Father||Richard Verenda
||Birthplace|| Forth Smith Arkansas
||Family|| none

I am critiqued by my own self

||Enjoys|| Shia loves to talk long walks along the beach and watch the sun set… Wait a tick I sound like so person longing for a lover let’s back up a bit… Shia engulfs bubble gum like it’s the only candy out there. Taking each piece into her mouth as seriously as the first one. The trees are her love. Sitting in them from hour to hour just smelling their sweet scent. Suckers are her main food source. With a stick of bubble gum in her mouth to add flavor she is always sucking on that sucker like she hasn’t ever had one.

||Hates|| STUPID IDIODIC PEOPLE WHO NEED TO BE HIT UPSIDE THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A SLUDGE HAMMER!! (yes that does mean you sith of the night. Haha lol jk)

||good quality|| her smile
||bad quality|| her rage

||Personality||
Shia is the nicest pregnant dog that you will ever meet. When she walks down the hallway she’s the girl telling people to move out of her d**n way or be run over by her fatness. But she’s also the girl that will bring you a cookie when you’re down and tell you that it will be alright.

She’s just one of those people that you just don’t know what to think about them. You call her a bitch one day and then the next you say that she’s an angel. Most of the time it’s just because of mood swings but others it’s just her being herself. Shia is not one to give a rat’s ass what you think and won’t start. Just be nice to her and she will be nice to you.

Sometimes she tries to be funny but at that point she’s not. But just wait until she doesn’t try and you will be laughing your ass off for weeks on one little phrase. It’s just one of the perks of being her

Roots sinking deep into the soil below

||History||
shia was born on a stormy late summer’s afternoon on June 6th. Her mom went into labor 3 days before then though. The doctors said that her screams could be heard six towns over. The pain started to kill her about 26 hours in but she kept going to bring her baby into the world. At 6pm. So Shia was born 6-6 at 6. Doesn’t mean anything though. –shrugs- By 9 pm her mother was gone and she was left to be the only girl in a house of 3 brothers and a father.

Her life was a good one up till she reached the age of six. She went out into the forest and saw a helpless dog caught in a hunters trap. Of course she ran to help the animal. Her tiny hands clasped onto the iron teethed trap and she pulled with all of her might. A girl her age should not have been able to open the trap but she did. When its leg was free the dog moved it’s paw and then fled into the forest leaving Shia to look down at her bloody hands. But they didn’t stay bloody for long. Soon her hands healed all on their own within 4 seconds. Her eyes widened as her father approached her. “Look papa. No more cuts. It’s like magic.” All he did was smile in a way that scared the crap out of her.

The next couple of years were not so great. Apparently the only reason her father wanted her was because her mother was a werewolf and so was her real father. See the man she though was her father was really a werewolf hunter. He wanted a purebred so that he could track the rest of her kind down. Then later use her as a show object. She stayed awake crying every night. Her father put her through training that prisoners of war are put through. Instead of scolding her like real fathers, he whipped her for everything. The anger inside of her grew with each strike to her back. You would think that her 3 brothers would have helped her. Well you are wrong. They beat her as well calling her their pet, throwing rocks at her and beating her up at any chance they got.

She was 15 when the incident happened. The police called it a mass suicide but that was just the way the crime scene was left to look. They said that the father killed his three boys by multiple gashes to the body and then cut himself to pieces. As she listened to their review all she did was smirk under her long hair as tears of happiness flowed down her cheeks making it seem like she was crying.

Let me tell you what really happened.

It was the day after her 15th birthday and she was getting her daily beating when her father decided to put a twist into the mix. He allowed his oldest son Isaac rape her to his content. No matter how much she squealed no one came to her defense. When they threw her into her small wooden room it happened. Her fist transformation into a werewolf. She was told that it would happen when she turned 16 but the anger that built up inside her brought it on ahead of time. Now Mr. Jaycee (her so called father) was not expecting this otherwise she would be in the silver crate not the wooden box.

That night, when she knew that they where all asleep, she broke herself out of the box and entered the house. She went first to Isaac’s room where she lifted him up from his bed covering his mouth with tape. Shia changed into her human form and put her finger over her mouth as if to say be quiet. When he smiled thinking it was a joke she changed back and slashed him to pieces his blood dripping from her hands as she changed back into her normal form throwing his dead body into the living room. The thud woke up the rest of the house. Soon her two other brothers, the twins of 17, where in the room jaws open in surprise. But before they could do anything she picked up the first one and threw him against the wall. The other jumped on her back and tried to strangle her. She kicked backward as the other brother got up and kicked her in the gut. The commotion woke up Mr. Jaycee and he came up the stairs expecting her to just stay in her human form. He had a knife in his left hand and he was approaching in an angry stride.

When he saw her change into a werewolf with a smile he let out a girlish scream and threw the knife at her but hit his son instead. “One less to take care of” Was the last sentence he heard before he fell to the floor with his two sons. The blood from all of them was splattered on the walls and stained the carpet. She changed back into a human and laughed at the scene. The four men that showed her only hatred all lying on the floor limp, the way that they left her every day. She cleaned herself up and then pressed herself against of the boys letting their blood stain her new clothes. Then looking at the knife she picked it up with a cloth and placed it in her father’s hands. She opened the cupboard doors and pushed everything out of it like that was where she had hid from the whole matter. Seconds later she was on the phone sobbing to the police of her father attacking her brothers.

Shia walks the earth on her own now since no family ever wanted a werewolf child. The only man she ever met that was nice to her was a vampire. His name was Dracule and his voice was as sweet as the song birds. But she saw him long ago and will most likely never see him again

I show my stuff but i can do more

||Rp esample||
from a different forum
As Amethyst looked about the area, a memory flew through her soul. then she blinked her orbs and was in a different place

||Vegetation was greener than the purest green and the bark on the trees was browner than the dirt in the ground. Everything seemed still and happy. She found herself a pure white pup, traveling back many years into the past was what she had not expected. Soon she became the younger figure and she pranced around the area like a grasshopper in the spring. She seemed happy and content. Joy flew off of her form like rays of sunshine. A monarch butterfly landed on her nose and a smile braced her kissers. Her tassel swayed back and forth as she ran around with laughter. The little pup was happy, smiling, and joyful. Amethyst smiled a bit not truly remembering what this was. It seemed as if she was remembering something happy about her life. A sigh escaped her lips as she followed the pup deeper into the forest.

As the younger her pranced forward she was stopped by two figures, two white wolves. One was tall and bulky with muscles, the other just a bit smaller with yellow tinted fur. They were her parents. Her father’s red eyes brought the memory back into full throttle. She was once again watching her younger self. Her form began to spin around the figures as she watched in horror. The one she called mom snickered at her and snapped at her form. Amethyst found herself screaming at her mother. “LEAVE HER ALONE!!” The young pup lowered to the ground, her auds flying backward. A tinny whelp escaping into the open air. Could it be? It sure was.

Tears began to swell in amethyst’s orbs for she knew what happened next. Her father sprang forward and nipped at her side tearing her flesh. The young wolf yipped out a cry of pain falling to the ground, her blood staining her pup fur. As she fell white hair fell to the ground exposing the black that hid underneath it. “RUN!” She cried out her form leaping closer to the memory figures, but she knew it wouldn’t help, tears rolled down her face as she watched the memory all over. The two older wolves snickered in disapproval and bit at the pup ripping at her fur. The little one fought back biting as hard as her little teeth could manage. She struggled free and got to her feet and dashed down the forest with tears rolling down her face. Amethyst now mouthed the words that came from her father’s maw. “Don’t come back, or I will kill you.” The memory blackened out and then it was gone.||

She came out of her memory relapse and looked about the area with dried tear clinging to her fur. The trees were all shades of colors in the place she was now and her paws stood in the decaying vegetation. Amethyst sat her rump down to the ground. Why? Why did they not love her because of her color? She knew that she was different but she was stronger, faster, and a better hunter than the rest of her siblings. But in the end it all came down to what her fur pattern looked like. Amethyst brought her rump off of the ground as she took herself deeper into the forest.

The memory wouldn’t leave her as she continued down the darkness of the forest. All she could think about was that day. The day she was kicked out abandoned if you will, and left to die by her own parents. Were they ashamed of her? But that couldn’t be for when her fur was all white they raved about her to everyone. Leaders of other packs came to see her the little pup who could almost beat the beta of the pack at the age of 5 weeks. Her last day with her family would always haunt her is what she had come to realize. NO matter what she did because of her fur she would never be accepted by her parents. For some reason this killed her on the inside.

Amethyst dropped her form next to the fallen log she had been stopped by and began to sob. So many seasons have pasted since that day and she still finds hate for her parents. The burning in her heart made her body ache and seemed to set on fire. Her crystal orbs darkened as she looked forward into the forest. “I will come back dear father!” She rose her form up off of the ground and screamed into the forest. “And When I do it is YOU who will DIE not ME! I will dig my teeth into your flesh and rip it from your bones leaving it for the crows to feast upon.” She sank back down to the ground tears flowing once more. “All I ever did was try to be your little fighter. I just wanted your love.”

Amethyst looked at the fallen log through her blurry haze. She would one day return to her father’s pack territory and challenge the new leader if it not be him. If she would see her mother she would nip at her limps until they bled staining her fur for the season. If her brother Falcon was there she would great him and him only with a smile and a greeting lick to the maw. For he was the only one who ever loved her. The men in her life had destroyed her trust in all the males that came about but her brother kept her from becoming a hater of brutes. The only time the memories would stop haunting her is if her father was dead and her mother yelping in pain. Amethyst had become what she told herself she couldn’t ever be a blood thirsty killer.

For now she would have to shake off the hate for no one deserved to get the wrath of what belonged to her parents alone. Amethyst looked about the area and saw a blue bird fly past her and she smiled. Maybe she was fine with out her killing her parents. Maybe she had finally found peace here in this new area full of new adventures. Maybe she could now move on. She lifted her form and paraded down the rows of trees further into the forest hoping to run into anything or anyone.