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Steam Name: Raspberry
Steam ID:STEAM_0:0:55891507
Why do you think you should get this whitelist?: I'm just going to be truthful here and say that I personally believe that it'd make my roleplay a hell of a lot more enjoyable and add a lot more variables to what could and couldn't happen. My character would be given strengths and weaknesses. The day I joined the server I said to myself "Okay. I'm either going to become a vampire or a werewolf." And had been considering each one since then. It seems at this point that werewolf is the most logical, and best for me.
How long have you been roleplaying for?: I have been roleplaying seriously for about a year and a half now. Though honestly amount of time doesn't really make a difference. The quality and understanding does.
The back door of the nightclub opened. Out stepped a particularly tipsy Jackie Ross, she'd been clad in her plain attire of a black, long-sleeved shirt, black knee-high boots, and black sweatpants that were rather baggy over her legs. This place was new to her, central LA, and in her drunken state, decided it would be a good idea to explore this new area. She wasn't one for travelling alone, though she wasn't exactly in a proper state of mind, on her hip, for protection rested a USP .45. In the mag? One in the chamber, eight in the magazine. She found herself headed for the mall, not really paying attention to her surroundings at all.
The mall. A place she was warned to stay away from unless armed, espescially at night, which it just so happened to be. A fire burned bright on the fourth floor. She stumbled lazily into the mall, eyeing the escalator. She took two steps towards them before doing the first intelligent thing she'd done the entire night, drawing her USP. Though.. The magazine hung from her pocket. Oops. She grasped the railing of the long abandoned escalator. She carefully climbs the steps, her gaze angled upward, she had one goal, one destination. The couches on the top floor, where she'd fall asleep.
She arrived at the top floor, two men sat on the couches. One offered a wave, the other ignored her completely. With her gun in her hand, she collapsed onto the couch. The man who waved the was quick to leave. Neither offered any words, the other one did, however, stand up. His gaze trailed over her, taking in her features. She had drifted off by this point, she was sleeping deeply enough not to notice him transforming into his hybrid form. His wolf-like features being illuminated by the light emitted by the fire nearby. She'd awake just in time to feel him pounce her, his teeth being sunk into the arm she moved to shove him off with, which was her left. Her right still lay by her side, it still had a gun in it. She drew it up, took a very shaky, hasteful aim, if you could even call it that, and fired. Next thing she knew, he was running off, whining as blood trailed behind him, but it was too late. She'd been bit.
She removed some questionably sterile bandages from a nearby kit that her friend kept under the couch. She wrapped the wound up just before the tears started flowing. She had no idea what this meant for her. Was she to turn into one of those freaks she so dearly hated? Would she die from infection? How would she tell her friends, who shared her anti-fable views? She couldn't. She rested her head back down on the arm of the couch, still half-drunk, still sobbing. Maybe everything would be okay, maybe she'd be fine and life could go on as normal. Maybe.
Man. I suck at writing applications. Though I assure you if accepted, the quality of my roleplay won't disappoint you. I thought long and hard before I even made this application, and stared at the format for about fifteen minutes before I even began typing. Thanks for reading, or maybe not reading if your name is Fuppy.
