Alteration, Deviation, Institution [University Shifter RP | Open]
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Alteration, Deviation, Institution [University Shifter RP | Open]
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Posted 2023-03-09 14:54:43 (edited)
[[OOC Discussion]]
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Heehoo 𓆏 #19992 |
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Posted 2023-03-09 17:40:39 (edited)
Age: 18 Gender: Female (She/Her) Romantic Preference: Men; some women Appearance: Rachel is a relatively tall and slender woman. She had been popular in regular high school for a pretty face and large doe eyes that were so brown they were almost black. Aiming to put her best foot forward, she is well dressed and ready to make a good impression to be on top again.  PicrewShifts into: A mouse. Animal Appearance: She wishes it was anything else. Rachel can turn into the cutest, pink-eared, soft furred, white fancy mouse you've ever seen. Interests / Studies: Nursing- specifically helping people like herself in the medical field. If her grades don't hold, she's quitting and being a business major. Other: She might be mean! It probably take some time to endear yourself to her, unless you already have something she wants. Name: Dallas Bishop Age: 18 Gender: Male (He/Him) Romantic Preference: Women Appearance: Dallas Bishop is a tan-skinned, slightly muscular farm boy with just a twang of a southern accent. Since moving to the more mild temperatures of Lockhold, he is typically seen wearing plaid sweatshirts and the same jeans everyday. He is the type of guy to say he's six feet tall when he's closer to 5'10".  PicrewAnimal Appearance: A small black bear. Cute round ears, dark fur that looks almost blue in some lighting, and a beige muzzle. Interests / Studies: Ceramics? He's not sure, he just know he should go here to learn more about himself and his special abilities as a shifter. Other: He's trying to get called his last name as a nickname. Since you can sort of reinvent yourself in college, especially in a new town, he thinks Bishop is "cooler." |
Heehoo 𓆏 #19992 |
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Posted 2023-03-09 19:26:50
Dallas Bishop The purpose of any university is to provide a link between those who wish to enter normal life and those already living and working in this normal life. Normal life could be any definition subjective to an individual. Normal, as far as shifters go, was purely to discover their practicality of use in the modern age and to keep their abilities secret. For some, it was a necessary step in controlling and retaining their human consciousness while in animal form. Dallas Bishop was just a babe compared to many enrolled in Lockhold. Shapeshifting happened to special individuals at any time from infancy to adolescence- many learned to crawl on hands and knees when they first walked with four paws. Dallas Bishop first became a bear as a senior in high school. It was a crisp fall evening when the memory started. He was staring at the ground in his family's back yard. Instead of hands in front of him, large, clawed paws gripped the earth. He remembered roaring and falling back, wheeling on the ground and whipping around in confusion. Apparently he had run out of the house in a daze, shifted, and ran through a wooden fence. Luckily for him, his dad was shocked but not unprepared. His dad was a shifter- a grizzly. It had skipped a generation and Dallas's dad thought that his son was normal. Nope. Dallas wished he would have told him about grandad much sooner. The fence was ok, Dallas was ok, and his dad just made an extra effort to keep his eye on him before he could learn to control his abilities. Moving and packing to Lockhold was a whirl blurred by lots of driving and sleeping in his dads car. He now lived on campus just a walking distance away. He looked forward to napping there after freshman orientation was over. Right now he and several dozen other new students were packed into a lecture hall where a professor was explaining where everything on campus was. "College will be diffferent!" His teachers always said. Dallas was sure this wasn't what they meant. He shifted his eyes to the right. One of his classmates was enjoying the lecture as a duck. |
Heehoo 𓆏 #19992 |
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Posted 2023-03-10 15:53:21
Age: 19 Gender: Male (He/Him) Romantic Preference: Women; Mostly men Appearance: Grim is a fit light brown male with hazel to yellow eyes, a few scars down his body, somewhat skinny but bulky if you get a good look at him from the side being tall to six-foot he's almost past it being 6'8 -we can't forget a guy with amazing man tits- Long slick white hair faded green to the tips. Mostly wearing jackets and ripped jeans, he'll wear a black jean vest with a shirt when he's alone or not having to do anything that meant wearing a shirt. He wears a black eyepatch on his left eye due to a large scar that blinded him on that side. Shifts into: A White Mythical Dire Wolf Animal Appearance: A large white dire with pointed ears and a mane down to the middle of his back, green tips that faded out almost to a flamey shape, even being know as a dire wolf he was larger than normal height with a long thick tail that somewhat curls low and scaled wings ruined wings that stay folded in as he doesn't fly much Interests / Studies: Studying lawyer ship he's already a natural to it being raised in a household of lawyers & veterans, he would rather be a writer or a workout trainer as he has the body and brains for it. Other: Grim doesn't like to be touched as it isn't something he's fond of due to his life style but he'll let it slide if it's someone he knows that won't harm if. Because of his height most people don't really bother him due to his strength and scarred appearance that tells it's own story of being a tough fighter, but if ya get know him he's a simple gentle furball that'll do his best to be what everyone wants to a certain point. |
{\Razzy The Unknown/} #67892 |
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Posted 2023-03-10 16:18:17
Grim was just a simply boy with a strong head for fighting but when time came to shift his parents were ready and cheering for him as they were strong shifters already, his mother being a common she-wolf and his father being a mythical white dragon, but even with their differences' they learned to be great and wealthy. Grim was playing outside with his friends, rolling and tumbling around on the ground when he stood up on all fours as if a dragon in a battle stance when pushed to the side and caught in a sliding stop, the kids ran away crying leaving him to be confused. Looking down at his supposed to be hands, all he saw were white paws with green flamed marks like socks. He ran home on all fours crying in a panic to what happened to his body as he couldn't stand up like a human on two legs, tiny wings flapping around as he hopped around trying to speak in a hurry panic and confusion. His parents shifted in front of him to finally get the boy to sit down and calm down, they explained what was happening and that it was alright as he had them to help guide him the whole way... So that's what he thought. His life changed as he got older, his parents started fighting each others as the years changed on. He'd battle his father as it was his training to be strong but even 'training' would go to far as leaving bad wounds on his body and a few times the boy ended up in the hospital to due wounds that were far from bad. at one point he was with his mother and she wasn't doing as well, grim tried to help her and make sure she was alright when she lashed out on him, taking her claws across his face leaving him shocked in fear and his mother saying her sorrys as blood was running down the side of his face, he could see from the side and from then on he just didn't bother with his parents anymore as he was tried of the pain and fear that was around 24/7. He was calm when it came to them always trying even when he turned 17 learning that his mother having another young one enter the family, he didn't feel anything but he was doing his best to be a good big brother when his sibling came even if he was now a side photo of his family leaving him to be who he is now.. Leaving Home! Grim wasn't always so sure to being in college but seeing it would be the only way he could be on his own like always he'd take a chance to have such a offering in front of his face, traveling around the campus trying to get used to the area to know what was to be near him at times when he left to be alone in the nighttime with the moon being his only friend to bring such joy and comfort. He had already moved out of his parents mansion it felt so good to breath air that didn't have their voices filling the quiet void in his ears. Noticing the packed lecture hall, it always shocked him to see so many new students he knew that he would stay alone or be surrounded by people who'll want to know him and be friends which he wouldn't mind actually. he didn't bother to listen about where everything was he had already roamed around getting the ideas of the areas in campus, but he stayed anyway just for the boredom that burned his mind and he didn't want to go back to his dorm as it was empty with only a few things such as his bed, guitar, books, ect. |
{\Razzy The Unknown/} #67892 |
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Posted 2023-03-10 22:37:51
Rachel's high heeled shoes hit the white concrete sidewalk with satisfying clicks. To her right was the man-made lake of Lockhold Campus, but she didn't move her eyes away from her destination. Lockhold Lake was the heart of campus- smack dab in the middle. If Lockhold Lake was the heart, the cafeteria was fittingly the stomach. She was ready for a bite to eat at the college buffet hall. Rachel had no interest in freshman lectures. They were optional, she knew, and she didn't need to learn where her dorm was or where the classes were. Rachel was the youngest of four shifting sisters: a giraffe librarian, a German Shepard dog trainer, and a dolphin diver. Three brilliant, talented woman who she looked up to as easily as she "borrowed" clothes from them that she liked. Lockhold Academy had trained the three how to use their shifting abilities to their benefit and Rachel hoped to be no different. She had been here many times now. At least a dozen. Her family had helped each student move in and out each semester and visited each winter break. Rachel was wholly familiar with the building set up and where she needed to go. It had been like she had been going here since she was in middle school. The dining hall smelled wonderful. Rachel entered and lost her confidence for only a moment in line to swipe her student ID to get in. So many faces. Her sisters all had friends they had introduced her to when they visited. Rachel wasn't terrified of making friends. It was just that it was hard to be in square one again. She had always had a strong group of friends, and was suddenly aware that she was all alone. |
Heehoo 𓆏 #19992 |
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Posted 2023-03-11 15:26:45 (edited)
Age: 17 Gender: Demiboy (He/Him/They/Them) Romantic Preference: Masculinity; Males. Appearance:  Slim body type, around 5'5 in height. Fair colored skin with darker patches in spots. Shoulder length raven black hair usually covering his face, or when he is comfortable, in a messy bun. Oval face type with darkish green-gray eyes, narrow/straight nose, and thin lips. He is often wearing jogging or loose jean pants, a baggie t-shirt, and a pair of black adidas. Shifts into: Maine Coon Cat Animal Appearance: Cat with long, shaggy black coat. Fur is not thick, but it is plentiful. Paws, tails, and ears are covered in fluffy tufts of fur. Fur on the his back is shorter toward the front of the cat and longer toward his rear. Interests / Studies: Computer Engineering, Computer Science, Software Engineering, and other technology related courses. He loves coding and is very talented in the subject. (He had lots of experience with hacking as well.) Other: Dislikes loud noises, bright lights, crowded areas. He has severe anxiety and struggles to make friends due to his social disabilities. He stutters when he speaks which makes him have very low self confidence. |
 »--𝙻𝚎𝚡--« #33076 |
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Posted 2023-03-11 15:35:36
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Heehoo 𓆏 #19992 |
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Posted 2023-03-11 15:42:14 (edited)
Rune silently watched as his mother threw his belongings into some suitcases. "For the love of god Rune. Can't you even pack your own bags? I payed for you to go to this so called special college and you aren't even excited about it. The least you could do was thank me but instead you are making me do all of this." The tone in her voice making Rune feel useless as usual. He had tried to help but she only called him pathetic and told him he was in the way. She placed the last of the things in the bag then shoved the suitcases into Rune's arms. "Now go! Hurry before the train leave, and so help me god if you miss that train I will beat you to pulp." At his mothers threatening Rune hurriedly walked down stairs and out to the street where a taxi was parked waiting for him. He turned to wave goodbye but the door was slammed shut in his face. Slowly he walked to the taxi and got in, nervous and fearful for what would happen in the near future. After boarding the train he sat in a secluded spot and pulled out a laptop. He logged onto the school webpage and began looking through courses. 'What should I do? I am good with my computer work but is it enough to get me through the next few years? Should I try my hand at another type of engineering or maybe something to do with math?' His mind began to race and his chest tightened with anxiety. He quickly shut the laptop and sat back into the seat, trying to calm himself. He groaned and pulled at his hair. He would have never seen himself as anything other than an ordinary college student going to an ordinary college. But when "it" happened everything changed. His mother became even more aggressive towards him and he found himself even more stressed then usual. He shook his head and lay it on the table. 'Maybe a nap will help. I have a few hours till I get to my stop so why not?' He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep. He whined and trembled in his sleep, nightmares keeping him from having a peaceful rest. |
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Posted 2023-03-12 20:56:53
Dallas Bishop The lecture ended with slight fanfare- the professor ended his tour of a campus map with the reminder that their school was built to allow shapeshifters to use their abilities in a resourceful way. He then explained that the wood mouse was a natural navigator. In the wild, they had ways of marking their location and remembering where they went. The professor dismissed everyone and promptly shifted into a wood mouse right there, whiskers twitching adorably. Students immediately began filing out. Dallas Bishop looked down at a campus pamphlet map that he wrote chicken-scratch notes on. His stomach growled. There were a few locations to grab a snack. A small building by the classes, the buffet-style cafeteria, and some fast food by the bus stops that traversed the train station and campus. But… should he go alone? His dad told him it was easy to make friends in college. "Just talk to someone! Everyone is alone and nervous, sometimes for the first time in their lives." Looking around at the stragglers, he wasn't sure if that was true. There was a guy not too far from him, looking tough and wearing an eyepatch. Dallas figured it was worth a shot. Being pals with someone who looked like they were part of a motorcycle gang would be cool. "Hey man," Dallas walked over to Grim Graver, Texas drawl coating his words, "Lunch time. Want to find where the best food is?" |
Heehoo 𓆏 #19992 |