Why do you think you should get this whitelist?: Provided the server is in need of more active, male Lycans, I thought that I could extend my area of roleplay into the second fable race for further advances in roleplay. It won't change much skill-wise since, in answer to the second question, I've roleplayed over five thousand hours. Despite this, roleplaying a Lycan seems much more interesting and difficult in comparison to a vampire, simply due to the shape-shifting processes, the change in personality and the harsh requirements for my character. Currently, my augustine vampire is my only character, therefore expanding my roleplay onto two main character instead of one opens the door for some variety, so why not.
How long have you been roleplaying for?: Late 2011 is when I joined my first HL2RP. I didn't even understand what serious roleplay was; I assumed the HL2RP would be similar to the lite 'dark-roleplay' type of roleplay found on HL2:DM. Indubitably I was shaken into seriousness by the admins since they found me sprinting around C45 to be unserious. After several failed CP applications, I eventually got the drift, however, once I did, I found HL2RP to be boring and repetitive. I expanded my literate journey into CW servers, back then they were known as Open Aura. After joining Bio-hazard Universe; a now-dead Resident Evil roleplay, which is where I believe Bunny also started to roleplay, my skills caught on over a year of 6+ hours a day roleplaying. I'm actually rather thankful for roleplaying; when I started my English skills were poor, however roleplaying allowed me constant and enjoyable practice. Now I'm studying literature at a-level. For the past two years I have been active at Taco-n-Banana, and now I have moved into the vampire roleplay community; to mix it up. I also met Pixie about six months ago at a FORP. TL;DR I have been roleplaying for 4 years with over 5000 hours roleplay-time and counting, and this is just on GMod.
Write the backstory of your character [No minimum or maximum length]:
Born in 1993, thus aged 21 in the present era of the F.E.A.R genocide, begins his read-worthy story at age 15. Currently living California with his two genetic parents, James started to develop curiosity around the rumours of vampires living with humans. All this time, the mythical monsters that are read to children as bed-time stories, or are studied by realistic historians with just as much curiosity as James turned out to be real. Had nobody known this in the time of 2008, James began to develop paranoia; provided by his 'addiction' to the substance of cannabis, it only piled on the chilling thought of monsters being as real as himself. Whenever he walked to school; walked to the store; went out with friends; visited family; fucked his first girl; even used the internet, the thought of walking past a once-dead bloodsucker dwindled in the back of his adolescent mind remained, like an itch he couldn't scrape nor scratch nor eradicate.
Furthering his rather successful yet nothing beyond-the-rich folk education, he found a job. Unspecified; not important. By age 17, now 2010, he was able to scrape together enough money for his own one-bedroom apartment, still in California. Ironically enough he was still not able to scrape away said dwindling and growing cancer in his mind that a monster could be living next door. But it's just myths, right? They're just rumors. Rumors spread by the unintelligent. But it all made sense, James pontificated. The growing number of pale street goers, the neck-bite scars people began to carry, as if it was like a birth mark. Widely accepted and widely denied, the theory of the night-creatures was revealed to James when he turned eighteen.
September, 2012, having finished school, James with his non-important and non-specified job manage to work seldom hand-in-hand as a team fishing for basic money. Basic money was enough, and so, James moved to LA. A very suburban district, pact with tourists, cheap Asian advertisers and rookie business goers. The one bedroom apartment was history, and so his living quarters evolved into a two bedroom apartment. Still not preferable though nonetheless a better option. Contact with his parents remained active, just as any new adult keeps dear. His neighbor happened to provide a rather pleasant introduction. He named himself Dusty; evidently not his real name unless his first name was Dustin. Unlikely provided his generic skin-tone. Indubitably Indian. After a year of 'honest' work, he turned 19. In fact, her turned 19 only a few months after the move, so his age was much closer to 20. To make things more simple, we'll say that he was 19, close to turning 20. Dusty, the man he had been seeing rather regularly made an abrupt appearance on a Saturday night. By now my paranoia of pale monsters in the night was over; though the little itch never went away.
Opening the door, he didn't see Dusty. We can certainly say it was though. Standing at human height; dark brown fur-covered skin, glowing golden eyes, pointed wolf ears; a mouth shaped like a wolf; two tails between his legs; razor sharp claws. Perhaps it was the cannabis. No, don't be ridiculous. I must say, I had never heard rumors humanoid wolves, or as they call them 'werewolves' in legend. James simply stood there; evidently if he were to die, there's not much chance he could escape a werewolf. Closing his eyes, James just sighed in a rather relaxed manner, as if despite being so young, he was ready to move on. A world filled with monsters was a world he'd rather not develop his life in. What he assumed was correct with regard to being on the verge of death; skipping the biting, it's evident he came across a starving wolf who happened to enjoy the meal of a nineteen year-old's flesh. Torn apart arm; missing chunk of neck; shoulder. Severe damage, it's only logical that he would die. But things aren't as simple as that in a super-natural world filled with monsters.
Present day; the F.E.A.R genocide left a toll on his new life. Because two years later, the curious adolescent was now a hunter, a killer, a monster. Fighting for survival, James wanders the outskirts of L.A. His generic need for food is met through the consuming of living things. His current goal now though, is to find a pack, a family of wolves to live with, survive with, and rule with.
RP Lines are stupid....
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