Cameron Young

[cameron]

[Character Pic(s) here]

†Cameron-Maria-Young†

†Camm†

†General Information†

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Full Name: Cameron Maria Young
Nicknames:Camm, Cammy
Gender: Female
Age: 59
Age they appear: 22
Race: Werewolf
Orentation: Straight
Health Problems: None

†Personality†

Basic Personality:
Likes:
†Rain
†Cold Weather
†Swimming
†Argueing
†Animals

Hates:
†Children
†Vampires
†Life
†Drunk idiots
†Large Crowds

Talents:
†Fast Runner
†Sly
†Cunning
†Argueing
†Determined

Habits:
†Biting her nails
†Cussing
†Lying
†Fighting

†Appearance:†

Skin Color:Olive toned
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green/Hazel
Build: skinny/slightly muscular
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos:Butterfly tattoo on right ankle
Choice of Clothing:Jeans & tank top
Wolf Appearance: Large, Tan with flecked gold pelt
Other:

†History:†

History: Cameron grew up in a small town in London. At a young age her parents were slaughtered by vampires which she soon after found out her race: She was a werewolf, all strong and mighty. Her life became detecated to finding the monsters that killed her parents and to seek revenge upon them. She has been searching all of London for the past almost 40 years.
Mother/Father:Deceased
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Other:Picture coming

†RP example:†

Mercy



How many times had I roamed this graveyard? I wasn't counting but the fact that I knew this place like the back of my paw really said something about the number. I had gotten bored just laying around Greenwood with nothing to do. Those mutts had run from me faster than I was willing to chase. But then again today was one of my off days and I didn't feel like working to the bone. The one thing that amused me was watching the stuck up Regnum Pack. They thought they had it all, but seeing as they'd never had the life of a house dog they didn't know what luxury really was. I had, had that life once but that was a long time ago. When life was simpler, and I didn't have to scrounge around to find dinner.

I silently stalked through the rows of eerie gravestones. I liked the atmosphere here, it gave me a sense of death. Something I was born to do; kill. I was really hoping to find someone creeping around here but from the looks of it this place was empty. How long had it been since I'd last sank my teeth into one of those mutts? All I knew was that it had been long enough for me to suddenly have a crave for the taste of blood. I had just eaten this morning but I hunger wasn't my problem. I wanted to hear them whimper, to feel them fight back, to feel their strength drain.

Was I really that evil? Most would answer yes, but what could I say; I didn't blame them. I hadn't always been this way, ya know. Hatred hadn't been an emotion I'd known until two years ago. My family had left me and my half brother to survive on our own, when the disaster hit Greenwood. We had only just moved there, my master had given birth to her first child and had decided it would be best to move to the outskirts of the city. I had been like a favorite child to her and at the time I had also been the guardian of her new offspring. When the disaster hit, all I knew was that they left us. Just left us like we had no meaning to them. I had lived two full years with her, she had even been my mothers master. She had abandoned us, and that was when hatred had become my forever lasting companion.

I had killed my own brother within my first year on the street. I had gotten tired of caring for him and eventually snapped. Now that I thought about it, I had no regret for what I had done. If I hadn't killed him then the slumdogs would have gotten him first. He had been a weakling, born with partial blindness at night. He was of no use to me or anyone else. This was my first year on my own and it was finally spring. I knew males would be searching to answer the waiting calls of the bitches but that was a good thing for me. At least the femmes were smart enough to let the males come to them, knowing that myself, and my fellow Outlaws would slaughter any living mutt in the streets. I laughed at this, the low intelligence level of the male, yet we only needed them to create more of our kind. It was a sad thing knowing that such life was wasted on them.

I sighed and laid down next to an aged gray stone. Ivy had began to grow up the side of the cement, and twist around, covering the name of the deceased. I did not have the curiosity to discover who had been buried here, but also something told me that not looking was a good choice. I stayed silent, resting my head on my paws. Maybe I would get lucky today and find a low worthy mutt or even better an outlaw like myself. There was nothing better than finding a fellow pure breed surviver. It showed some kind of relief to our existence. But if a Regnum did show up here, then I would have no problem showing no mercy.

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Nickname: Lee
Other Characters: None
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[DODES]

I'm not sure if this is done or not, but since there's no (ND) or (WIP) in the title, I'm assuming it is, but they'll be a few things you'll have to change.

First off, it seems your character doesn't have a personality...? o.o You're gonna have to add one, you know, where it says 'Basic Personality'.

Secondly, the history is going to have to be longer than that. I'm sure you could expand on a few things there... like, I don't know, describe how she felt... and things like that. What you have there is fairly basic.

But that's it. If you just fix those two things, you can be accepted. WHOO.