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hello !!! i will be submitting this to the RP group:

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Name: Ellson MacArthur.

Nickname: Ell.

Occupation: Bellhop.

Age: 25.

Height/Weight: 6 foot five inches, 174 pounds.

Species: A werewolf. Werewolves are creatures that change their appearence upon the reveal of a full moon. Their werewolf form is a violent, savage creature, and the human usually can't remember what they do in this form.

Birth date: August 7th.

Blood Type: AB.

Weapon: He does not posses any kind of weapon, unless you count his werewolf form...

Room Number/Roomate: ???

Personality: Emotionally timid, Ellson has adopted a typically rodent pattern of self-reliance in order to survive. His canny mind has long since learned that the only free cheese is to be found in a mousetrap and he wouldn't dream of depending on others for support. This independence is quite understandable, given that he gets so little respect from others. Ellson can become uncomfortable when exposed in the open, and his timidity forces him to keep a low profile. His work environments are always neat and well organized and he takes great care to ensure that things are always in their correct place. He is a creature of habit, and needs schedules and routines to make him feel in control.

History: Ellson was brought up in a typical family. He had a brother and two, loving parents. Everything about his life was normal, with just one rule:

"Ellson, never go out at night. It's unsafe."

Ellson never broke that rule. Those words were his bible. From a young age, his parents had always beckoned him and his brother to come inside early from playing when the other kids were still outside. Ellson didn't pay it much attention, that was just the way it was, and his friends understood that.

Until College.
Parties, drugs, and alchohol were always on his friends minds.

"Ell, come with us to this party, it'll be well wicked."

Ellson always refused. He always made an excuse, that there was homework, his parents were going out and he needed to stay at home, or just because he simply didn't want to go. His friends began to mock him about his hermit-like issues when day turned into night.

"Are you like a vampire or sommet? What's wrong with you? It won't be bad. You have us."

Reluctant, Ellson eventually gave in. Unnoticed by his sleeping parents, he jumped out the back window and onto the lawn. The night sky was so...
Magical.
It rolled across the darkness, little bright lights twinkling happily in the sea of black. And there was a big white ball of light, hanging in the atmosphere like an eye, watching over the suburbs that Ellson was crammed into. But as he walked down the road, his hands began to tingle. It started in his palms, pricks that felt like tiny needles started to puncture his pale skin. Ellson froze like a stunned mullet, watching as coarse, brown fur began to erupt violently from his hands, and claws exploding from his fingertips.
He screamed, but he couldn't hear himself. His entire body was numb as his vision became blurred, fading out into nothingness.

He'd woken up on a platform at a train station. Ellson rubbed his eyes. The ticket station was empty, and the seats looked as if nobody had used them in centuries. The atmosphere made him shudder. His clothes were ripped and his hands were scarred with dirt and grime.

Was it all a dream?

No...

Then why was he here?
There were no trains at this early hour at his part of town. Where were his family? His brother? His mum? His dad?
Where was anybody?

Was he dead?

It was deserted, full of fog. The train tracks dissapeared into a white sheet of nothing. A bright, yellow light began to shine through the blanket of mist, followed by the sound of a loud horn. It chuffed and puffed over the tracks, coming to a loud, screeching stop right next to him.

His bright blue eyes widened with fear.

Likes: Books, the smell of books, the feeling of books, the purpose of books, and more books.

Dislikes: Being in a place he deems unsafe.

Additional Facts: He suffers from clinical anxiety and paranoia.

Theme: Exile Vilify by The National [link]

Relationships: None as of yet.

Prefered Role Play methods: I RP in literate, paragraphed notes, and I sometimes do chat. Please PM me if you want to do anything! (◡‿◡✿

Description
hello !!! i will be submitting this to the RP group:

this app is for that, so yeah :> ignore if you wish !!

Name: Ellson MacArthur.

Nickname: Ell.

Occupation: Bellhop.

Age: 25.

Height/Weight: 6 foot five inches, 174 pounds.

Species: A werewolf. Werewolves are creatures that change their appearence upon the reveal of a full moon. Their werewolf form is a violent, savage creature, and the human usually can't remember what they do in this form.

Birth date: August 7th.

Blood Type: AB.

Weapon: He does not posses any kind of weapon, unless you count his werewolf form...

Room Number/Roomate: ???

Personality: Emotionally timid, Ellson has adopted a typically rodent pattern of self-reliance in order to survive. His canny mind has long since learned that the only free cheese is to be found in a mousetrap and he wouldn't dream of depending on others for support. This independence is quite understandable, given that he gets so little respect from others. Ellson can become uncomfortable when exposed in the open, and his timidity forces him to keep a low profile. His work environments are always neat and well organized and he takes great care to ensure that things are always in their correct place. He is a creature of habit, and needs schedules and routines to make him feel in control.

History: Ellson was brought up in a typical family. He had a brother and two, loving parents. Everything about his life was normal, with just one rule:

"Ellson, never go out at night. It's unsafe."

Ellson never broke that rule. Those words were his bible. From a young age, his parents had always beckoned him and his brother to come inside early from playing when the other kids were still outside. Ellson didn't pay it much attention, that was just the way it was, and his friends understood that.

Until College.
Parties, drugs, and alchohol were always on his friends minds.

"Ell, come with us to this party, it'll be well wicked."

Ellson always refused. He always made an excuse, that there was homework, his parents were going out and he needed to stay at home, or just because he simply didn't want to go. His friends began to mock him about his hermit-like issues when day turned into night.

"Are you like a vampire or sommet? What's wrong with you? It won't be bad. You have us."

Reluctant, Ellson eventually gave in. Unnoticed by his sleeping parents, he jumped out the back window and onto the lawn. The night sky was so...
Magical.
It rolled across the darkness, little bright lights twinkling happily in the sea of black. And there was a big white ball of light, hanging in the atmosphere like an eye, watching over the suburbs that Ellson was crammed into. But as he walked down the road, his hands began to tingle. It started in his palms, pricks that felt like tiny needles started to puncture his pale skin. Ellson froze like a stunned mullet, watching as coarse, brown fur began to erupt violently from his hands, and claws exploding from his fingertips.
He screamed, but he couldn't hear himself. His entire body was numb as his vision became blurred, fading out into nothingness.

He'd woken up on a platform at a train station. Ellson rubbed his eyes. The ticket station was empty, and the seats looked as if nobody had used them in centuries. The atmosphere made him shudder. His clothes were ripped and his hands were scarred with dirt and grime.

Was it all a dream?

No...

Then why was he here?
There were no trains at this early hour at his part of town. Where were his family? His brother? His mum? His dad?
Where was anybody?

Was he dead?

It was deserted, full of fog. The train tracks dissapeared into a white sheet of nothing. A bright, yellow light began to shine through the blanket of mist, followed by the sound of a loud horn. It chuffed and puffed over the tracks, coming to a loud, screeching stop right next to him.

His bright blue eyes widened with fear.

Likes: Books, the smell of books, the feeling of books, the purpose of books, and more books.

Dislikes: Being in a place he deems unsafe.

Additional Facts: He suffers from clinical anxiety and paranoia.

Theme: Exile Vilify by The National [link]

Relationships: None as of yet.

Prefered Role Play methods: I RP in literate, paragraphed notes, and I sometimes do chat. Please PM me if you want to do anything! (◡‿◡✿