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Welcome to Amore Amore! Amore, in Japanese, means bitter. Here at Amore Amore, bitter stands for the hatred which has hovered over the packs of New York for centuries.
At Amore Amore, there are a number of things in which may take place. RPing is most certainly one of them. In the RPing, RPers should feel free to create their own packs and take part in the plot.
The plot involves the pack of November, established by Jazz. Jazz was once part of the Great Pack which at one time ruled all the weres of New York. He leads with Shiloh, Mary, and Rachel. They were also part of the Great Pack, but looked up to Jazz as a father sort of figure, and appointed him their leader. November's members dearly miss the Great Pack, and how it once was: peace was everywhere, and they lived off in the forests east of the great city. The Great Pack split because of humans. Some members of the Great Pack were getting involved with humans, and planning on having them become their mates. At the time, transforming a human was 1oo% out of the question, and yet the members didn't seem to care in the least. One human figured out, and it sent the Great Pack into an uproar. The leader was soon killed, as was all of his successors until finally members simply run away and never showed their face again. Now all of the old members are gone, dead. All expect for the November heirarchs. Now Jazz is searching for any sort of were that remembers the old days, and is fighting to get it back. There's only one problem: the memory of hate and bloodshed scares and angers most who do remember, and they shy away from Jazz's intentions.
Will the Great Pack ever live again?
Right now the city is blossoming into late spring: snow is almost gone, although the temperatures are still slightly cold. Average Temp: 50-60° Weather: Getting hotter Breeding: No Birthing: Yes
Sophia Valentina « Result #1 on Jun 24, 2008, 10:35am »
Name: Sophia Valentina Nickname: Sophie Age: 23 Gender: Female Ethnicy: White/Caucasian Type of Were: Collie Were Appearance:
http://www.we-love-dogz.com/collie.jpg
In her were form, a collie, she's fairly petite but has a great amount of agility. Her legs aren't long so to speak, but thin and strong, built with muscle and shaped for speed. Her body is stout and small, thin and yet still built for strength. She has long, thick hair that's silky and smooth almost like feathers. It ranges from black, to dark brown, to brown, to a reddish-light-brown to even white designed in a unique pattern. Her front paws are white, one more so than the other with a matching white blaze on her forehead and down her nose. She has a black nose, a white chest, a brown back, a white tipped tail, and big, gray eyes.
Becoming: Bitten by one of the dogs she worked with, who happened to be a were spending their life as a dog. No scars. Occupation: Dog Rehabilitator/Groomer/Trainer Income: It depends on the dog and exactly what she's doing, but about $400 a week as an estimate. Picture:
Sophie's quite beautiful even in her human form. In fact, she matches her dog form quite perfectly. She's petite, but not too small and of course strong and fast. Her hair is a rich light brown with caramel highlights and it runs to her shoulders about. Sometimes you'll see her with short hair, or really long waist-length hair. After all, she's a collie, so she tries to cut it so it just barely reaches her shoulders so she wont have to cut it again too soon. Her skin isn't pale but it's not tan either. It's just really soft and fine.
Her eyes are round and big, fawn-like really with a spiritual color of a soft, hopefull gray. Her lips are soft and almost pouty, and her face holds the same gentle, charming persona. She isn't in any way dark or gloomy, nor peppy or happy-go-lucky in how she dresses. She dresses rather casually with colors that work for her. Anything really works..
Personality:
Sophie's rather timid really, but not ...'afraid' so to speak. She's quiet, but doesn't give the impression of being 'secluded' from society. She's there, and she listens, and she speaks when there's something to be said. Her voice is soft, but you can always hear it. It's got that hushed tone that only makes people want to shut up and listen harder- so you never really miss a word from her. Her general mood is being calm and collected, thoughtfull and gentle. There's such a soothing and lovely aura about her.
On special occassions, she follows the general flow of the mood. She gets excited, and she helps out. She's very considerate, and when she sees someone who needs help, she'll go above and beyond to do just that. As far as surprises go, that's the only thing she doesn't handle well. It's really the only thing that can get her screaming, crying, or hiding for hours to days. Bottom line. Don't surprise her, 'kay?
RolePlay Example:
Sophia held the German Shepherd firmly by the collar and hooked him up to the grooming table, settling him down with a good state of mind and going about her work at a fair pace, not too fast, and not irritably slow. The dog didn't seem to mind, as he too was working off her aura in a good state of mind. She brushed him down skillfully, big, gray eyes watching him carefully, almost...lovingly. She clipped his nails and he actually didn't fuss about it like he would with the other groomers. Finally she brought him to the tub where he would be bathed.
5 dogs later, her day was done. Only five dogs?! Yes. She worked slow because she wanted the job done the right way, which is why she was the best person to deal with dogs in her area. It sort of helped to be half dog herself, she realized. Oh, well. She could only imagine how the day would be when she got home. Marie would be grimacing, Mary would be watching, Shiloh would be trying to clean up the mess, Rachel would be ahead of him making a bigger mess, and Jazz would be Jazz, doing whatever he really pleased. And then there'd be herself, watching, helping out - even cooking sometimes if Jazz let her. She did like to cook, but not all the time of course.
She shifted her weight between legs and then jumped ten feet when someone touched her shoulder. She spun around, big grays excited and alert and then settled down immediately, calm and collected again when she saw it was just her co-worker, Justin. "Aren't you going home? You've been standing there for ..." He tapped his watch. "7 minutes now." Sophie eyed him carefully before nodding defensively and walking down the street, her movements more animal-like then human-like.
Time seemed to go slower for her then it did anyone else. She could stand there thinking forever as long as no one bothered or surprised her. Oh, well. They could deal with it.
Long blond hair rests upon Abbi's head and her locks reach a good inch or so past her shoulders. Normally, her hair is down, but sometimes she gets wild with it and does something new. Eyebrows are a deep brown, just like her eyes, and are thin and sleek. Her cheeks are rather rosy, especially in the right light. For her body, she is rather tone, yet not muscular kind of tone. Abbi is about five foot five inches and weight doesn't really matter to her. Down to clothing, she tends to wear a rag tag assortment more often than not, yet she still manages to look rather respectable at times. However, she can be seen wearing more fancy clothing if the situation calls for such.
Personality:
Abbi is a rather perceptive woman, able to notice many things that others cannot. Because of this, she has good guesses about things, such as it is about to rain or someone's age. It also leads her to be rather logical, yet she always has an open mind. After all, werewolves do exist which allows her to believe than almost anything is possible. Among her friends, she is rather talk-active and kind, but not always having something to say, or at least anything good to say. However, when she's around strangers, she tends to still be talk-active, but rather defensive too, always thinking someone might be against her. Though she will never openingly say this, she will keep a good eye on everyone around. Now being a club owner like she is, she has a good business sense, but she is very poor with numbers, so she leaves that to an accountant. Some also say that Abbi can be quite persuasive when she wants to be and she never resorts to psychical violence. In all actuality, if violence were to take place, she'd be the one that would only fight if she had no other option. The reason for this is she prefers a more subtle approach to things, such as poisoning someone's drink or ruining their party. She learned this is always a better way to go about life rather than do psyhical damage to the person by her father who was in the Great Pack. Finally, when she's around her pack, she shows herself as the true leader she is with demanding force, yet still has a kind hand when it is needed.
History:
Abbi was born into the life of weres, her mother and father both having been apart of the Great Pack. However, Abbi never got the chance to be in that pack as it turned into chaos and broke apart. With that though, her parents ended up disappearing, Abbi assume them to be dead like the rest. Wanting a new home though, she took up a job at a club and soon rose to take the place of the previous owner, claiming Pocket Aces for herself and from there, she created her pack, Camisado.
Marie Wyld is indeed a girl that would be remembered from her looks. Her hair, reaching barely past her chin, is a deep pink with browning roots, but still quite memorable. The two orbs within her head known as her eyes, are a glimmering sapphire hue, almost like she's reflecting a good sky. Eyebrows are brown and slender as they rest above her sapphire eyes. Resting between her eyes is her slender nose that struts out with pride. Just beneath her nose is her mouth, small in width, but plush for her lips. Reaching down to her neck, it is rather long, but compliments her slender body. For her body, it is indeed slender and hour glass shaped. Pale skin rests tight to her muscles and bones, almost perfect besides a single bite mark upon her left shin. The holes of the teeth being in the front and going to the back.
Personality:
Those that know Marie, know she is always up for fun; it's the one thing that truly drives her. Because of this, she tends to be light hearted towards many and always up for a game. Around others, she is the one that will gladly get any party started, no matter how foolish she might look. Below all of her fun loving nature though, she can be cold and heartless if the situation calls for it. She also has met people she didn't like right away. When around those she naturally doesn't like though, she becomes withdrawn and almost shy like. But honestly, its simply her trying to avoid talking to the person.
Marie is also a very creative and smart person, always thinking when she is not talking, sometimes even when she is. Also wonderful at multi-tasking, having done it many times before. To finish her off, Marie is resourceful, able to use almost anything to help her out of a jam, if she needs the help. And we can't forget that she loves being the flirtatious tease.
RolePlay Example:
Looking towards Johanna, her face unseen beneath the mask, he simply smiled at her and bowed his head, "A pleasure," he stated humbly. Women were always to be treated with the utmost respect, at least in Archie's eyes. Turning his gaze back towards the Judge, he gave a firm nod, "Yes, three so far, ghastly murders, but nothing for higher classes to really worry about, I think," he mused with a gentle smile. The Judge was indeed referring to the Ripper cases, though Archie wasn't apart of those...yet, he should certainly try to get in on that action, a true riddle in this modern day. Even the thought of a pleasing mystery was enough to put Archie in a wonderful mood as he stood there for the time being. His eyes reflected the world beneath as he pondered on the cases of the Ripper. Yes, Archie was now falling back into the loving arms of his beloved mystery and law. If it weren't for the barber, Archie probably would have left, but alas, the barber did come and cause Archie's mind to wander back.
Taking a good look at this man, he perked a gentle brow at the wild hair and the white mask. Look at his hands, Archibald, are they really the hands of a barber or something more? The question reverberated within Archie's mind as his eyes fell to the man's hands, examining them with a keen eye. There was nothing that the human eye could pick up, but there was something that Archie could tell was not right about them. "Good eve," he replied back to Sweeney, but his voice showing his distracted nature. And yet again, his mind was drawn away from the mystery of the barber's hands as his partner interrupted him so keenly. Bad timing on both of their parts. Directing his eyes to stare at his partner, Archie put his mask back on, letting it cover most of his face once again. Listening dully to the words that escaped his partner's lips, Archie was distracted by two things, the Ripper cases and the barber's hands. Two mysteries in one night and his mind couldn't take it as his mind began to fill the room with his figures, each one speaking about one or the other mystery. It became a battle as they discussed amongst themselves, pondering who would kill prostitutes in such a way and what could be so different about Sweeney's hands than other barbers. Archie's head began to tilt slightly as his eyes didn't dare blink as the world around him simply vanished from his sight as he stood there.
The scene of the first Ripper crime began to play before his eyes, starting with the dead body resting against the ground. It wasn't a pretty sight, but Archie had read the case files so he knew all the grim details. Walking forward, unintentionally walking further into the house, he made it so he was standing over the body within his mind and knelled down over it as his eyes stared at the body. Head tilted once again as he stared at the woman's face that was bland and more of a sketch than anything else, for the world around Archie held no color at this time. "Didn't the file say she was cut open," he muttered to himself as his eyes drifted along the body, "Was it to punish them," he muttered some more. It was indeed a good mystery to tease the mind of Archie, but than the scene quickly faded from his gaze as the Judge's house returned.
Standing up, his head turned to stare at the others and noticing Mrs Lovett, the baker beneath the barber. An odd concept at best, but that reminded him of the barber's hands. "What could it mean," he murmured under his breath than simply turned and walked up to the ball room. "What's the connection," he mumbled as he let his feet carry him to where the spirits were kept. He needed something to quiet the yammering voices around him, for to the others that were here, the room was practically empty, but to Archie, it was full. Not full of your normal people either, it was simply full of different versions of himself, dressed up the way they wanted to come in, only one looked completely like Archie did right now. Either way, Archie's hand snatched up a goblet of spirit and gulped it down, letting the liquid travel down his throat quickly before it would settle.
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Jason Reckett « Result #6 on Jun 10, 2008, 2:52pm »
Name: Jason Nickname: Jace Age: 17 years Gender: Male Ethnicy: Hispanic Standing: Loner Type of Were: Wolf Were Appearance:
Slender, wiry and shaggy-furred, Jace is your typical wolf. He has dark black fur, with tan and stormy grey streaks in it, some of which only show up in the bright daylight. His eyes are sharp, alomd-shaped orange slits glowing like fire in the midst of his dark face. His paws are broad, allowing him to walk easily on snow and frost, and his pads are strong and insensitive. Jace is a grey wolf, giving him a slender, wiry form that allows him to slip between gaps, run in small spaces, and nearly anything that involves stealth. He also has a large, dark red scar on one shoulder.
Becoming: Attacked; a scar on one shoulder Occupation: N/A Income: N/A Picture:
Description: [blockquote]Tall and slim, rather like his wolf form, Jace is brown-skinned with the same fire in his eyes as he has when he is in his were-form. However, as a human his eyes are dark indigo blue, rather than orange. Spiky black hair covers the top of his head. His legs are long, allowing him to cover ground easily. They are also built of lean, strong muscle. Jace is generally a very athletic person, although sometimes he gets moments of lethargy and feel like he is unable to do anything.
Personality:
Jace is very much the loner. He hates contact, physical or otherwise. Although he will speak when spoken to, he will never initiate a conversation, only give short answers. He is a slight music addict, and can often be found plugged into earphones or an iPod. He can also turn very vicious. Jace was never the most reliable of people, and it would almost be suicide to trust him with anything important. He will only do something for people if it comes out well for him, and if he gets a better deal, he will just drop everything and go there.
RolePlay Example:
Spots appeared in front of his eyes. Paws desperately felt for a way out from the ice cage he had falen into. The pond hadn't seemed weak, and so Jace had stepped onto it, only to feel the ice cracking underneath him, and the shock of the icy water before his entire body went numb. Again and again his flailing paws hit the ice, but never did they find the hole he had fallen through. After a while, he was weakening, his eyes rolling into his head, until he finally felt a sharp edge. Pulling hard on it, he tugged himself through the water. Blood seeped out from his pad, but he ignored it. Finally, the sodden black wolf thudded onto his side by the edge of the pond, breathing heavily. Slowly, feeling was returning to him, and he began to shiver desperately. Dragging himself up for the last time, he slowly made his way to a large tree, where he settled down to give himself a thorough lick, getting rid of most of the cold water and ice that was forming on his dark pelt..
Rachel Lovett « Result #7 on Jun 9, 2008, 6:25pm »
Name: Rachel Lovett Nickname: Sock Puppet, Sock, Sockie, Puppet Age: 16 Gender: Female Ethnicy: White/Caucasian Type of Were: Malamute Were Appearance:
Sock has rich colors starting with black that frames the white in gorgeous contrast. Down by the edges of black and white, it's a beige and light brown color that seeps especially down towards her under belly, between her legs, and a bit beneath her tail. Between her eyes, there's a soft beige and gray, almost speckles really. They're hardly noticeable but they do give her character compared to if she had nothing there at all. Within her ears is a brilliant white greatly contrasting the rimming black, giving her literally a teddy bear look. Where her muscles ripple, you can see the black fur split back into those diverse beiges and browns.
Her eyes are rimmed with beige, like a gate from her white face. The actual eyes are a brilliant doe-like brown. The pupil is black.
Becoming: She was brutally attacked. In fact, it's probably the most memorable thing in her history. There's one large scar on her upper arm. Occupation: Music Artist / Waitress Income: Music Artist = No pay as of now, Waitress = $ 2.16 an hr. Picture:
http://flickr.com/photos/jennasheldrick/2419942720/ [The girl not the guyyy....]
Description:
Puppet looks younger than she actually is in human form. Her hair reaches about four inches past her shoulders when it's wavey, but if it's straightened, it can run all the way to the middle of her back. Don't be surprized if you see it shorter. She tends to cut, highlight, color, wave, straighten, and curl her hair alot. There's a million ways you could see her. A big choice of her's is red highlights too. The color is a deep, dark, rich brown. It's the darkest brown can go before it's black, which is quite unique for her.
Her skin color is rather tan, but not roasted or anything. She likes to have a little color and yet not over do it. As far as her clothes go, she usually wears things organic that support the teams against Global Warming or different types of animal slautering. She's not dark in the least bit and has a natural style so to speak.
Personality:
Puppet is very flirtatious. Most people think she's too happy. She tries to keep everything on the happy side. After all, there's alot of party poopers out there and no party-throwers. Sometimes her flirting gets her in trouble but most of the time it doesn't. To most guys, she seems untouchable. They can give her one look and know she's out of their reach. *Though that doesn't mean they don't enjoy it when she is playing around or giving them attention. Not only that, but she attracts guys and girls. She's not bi or anything, but to any eye - she's beautiful. And maybe it's not even so much her looks.
It's more her attractive personality. Nothing can bring her down. Nothing. She walks in a room and everyone smiles. That's how it is for her and she's used to it. She's used to the constant attention. Though most people don't see past her peppy exterior. No one knows anything of her really. Is she just that spoiled blonde who could turn anyone on?
At home when she gets the chance to be alone, she enjoys reading. She's always got a book with her - at home. Never would she be caught dead reading at school. Ha. Right! Her history is unknown to all but her. What makes her so happy? Is there anything that could make her sad? Is there something tragic in her past that made her so happy or has she just always been this way?
The last thing about her is that she is VERY mischievous. There's hardly a second she can go with out getting in trouble. It's like she has no morals half the time, but usually they're harmless things because she does, indeed, care about the people around her. Mischief is a big and important part of who she is.
RolePlay Example:
Puppet untied the apron around her waist eagerly. Finally the day of working was over and she could go home and spend some time with Jazz, Shiloh, and Mary. The only disappointing thing about that was that they were all older than her and she was like the baby of the pack. She didn't mind too much though. She always liked to try and make them happy anyways, when she wasn't too busy getting in trouble. She had a feeling they got annoyed with her. She didn't mind that too much either.
She sighed and signed out, cashing in her tips for bigger bills and then locking the register, pulling the open signs down, turning the neon ones off, shutting off all the lights, taking down the specials signs and whiping them down, finish putting the dishes away, and of course get herself a soda before locking the doors and leaving. There was alot to do before leaving, but it usually only took a half hour to an hour. She was a music artist at heart and she also wanted to be an actress. Big things start smalls though.
She decided to take a trip to the woods first to stretch out her canine limbs. Arriving out of sight of the people, she morfed into a malamute dog and dashed as fast as she possibly could. Unfortunately, in her speed she managed to trip over a log. Tumbling across the earth, she skid to a halt and shook off, glancing around to make sure no one saw.
No one had. Morfing back, it was time to head home. Every moment was an exciting adventure for her. Life was a piece of cake.
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How to Make a Pack « Result #8 on Jun 9, 2008, 5:44pm »
In order to make a pack, it's very quite simple. Post a joining thread in November's joining board and meet all of the requirements. The only things you need to change are for where it says: Subject Title. This is the name of your pack. Type of Were you will put in what kind of pack it is. I.e. birds, wolves, dogs, and so on. Were Appearance is breed specs. If you are, for example, having a wolf pack, you may want to specify if all breeds of canis lupis are allowed, or if only, i.e., timber wolves are allowed. RolePlay Example is exactly as it is, only it must be 2 paragraphs.
No not fill in anything else. If I find you suitable to lead a pack I will PM you with the details, which will be bended to fit your pack/clan.
Re: The Plot v.1 « Result #9 on Jun 9, 2008, 4:26pm »
2nd Draft
Devastation. That's what hit the once enormous pack of were-wolves when conflict arose with in the monarchs. Disagreements were immense. Could they trust the werewolves when some of them were more interested in human mates than ones of their own kind? The two sides to the story argued and eventually broke out in war until they split for good. The majority of them wander aimlessly and poorly. Only few are rich both in health and finances. It's been a long time since that split occurred, and the peace that once existed is near forgotten. When a few of the survivors were found of the original pack, they beseeched another chance at coming together. It wasn't long before they realized that was quite impossible. Their differences remained. The arguments died away as fewer and fewer original members remained. The hearts of the remnats bled in heartache of their comrades, all yearning for once again a pack united. They now have came together to try and reunite the pack, only to find them scattered around the city. Gone, but not having fallen from their birth area.
The new packs were made with foreign leaders unknown to the original wolves. Each wolf joined a certain pack that fit them best, like 'cliches'. Some of the packs joined as alliances, but this number was few. Hatred that's grown for centuries still burns in their hearts and war still threatens it's arrival. No member wants to go back to what was once a united pack, peaceful and pureblood. Now no one's safe. Brother fighting brother with a fiery passion is clearly irrational but it's grown so slowly that the feud is gone, but not the memories and hatred along with it. Forget your differences. That's what they were told as children. Now their told to forget their love. Kill in battle.
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The Plot v.1 « Result #10 on Jun 9, 2008, 11:45am »
First Draft:
There used to be a huge, and I mean huge, pack of werewolves, and suddenly something happened between the monarchs, and the pack split. Now most are poor, and sort of wander, while others are rich and have money. There are only a few of the original pack remaining now and everyone wants to get the pack back together. But they don't know how. There are new packs now, with foreign leaders who are new to the Big Apple. It's all a struggle about family.
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