Vampires vs. Werewolves

Long ago, way before any of us were even thought of, two lands were content with eachother. The werewolves were in one part, a thick evergreen forest where it snowed reguarly, and the dark stone, looming buildings of the vampires in the other. No one crossed the dividing line, knowing chaos would happen. Except, one day, when someone did. A young werewolf wandered too far and ended up on the wrong land. The vampires were aggrivated and fury with anger, slaughtering the wolf without any hesitation, which started the fued between the two species. A long war soon followed afterwards, and some fled. No one won, for this war is still going on today in modern day 2012.

Welcome to the world today, you are either a werewolf or vampire applying for the academy of Paint Branch High, a human school that was pretty normal. Normal people, with normal food, and normal events that happened every so often. What wasn't normal about it, was you, and the others that happened to attend. Vampires roamed the hallways with the werewolves, sometimes even without knowing. This was forcing them to get along, to finally break that war. Although, it doesn't end that easily. Fueds still happen, people still lie, people still die. Who will end this process? Will this war ever end? Don't let the humans notice.

Werewolves:

Increased strength and increased body heat, 2 special perks about them. When changing into wolf form, its the same color of hair and the same length of normal hair. 2 different forms of wolf, regular dog-sized or a big monsterous 6 feet. Regenerates health slowly, a tad bit faster than a human, but not too fast. Can easily be killed if not careful.

Vampires:

Increased strength and speed, very cold body temperature and blood. Have 2 perks as well. Super fast and cannot die unless something is lodged into the back of the neck. Regenerates health quickly.

Start at the middle of the day, everyone has put away their stuff and class is over for the day. Dance is coming up in a week.

Rules

1. Follow Tamatalk rules!

2. No Spamming!

3. Be nice!

4. Have fun!

Student Form

Name:

Age: 13-18

Gender:

Race: Werewolf, Vampire or Human

Appearance: Pictures are fine if you want

Personality: Couple sentences please

Perks: Only 2, can be small abilities, No god powers

Room #: 10-20

Other:

Teacher Form

Name:

Age: 20+

Gender:

Race:

Appearance: Pictures are fine if you want

Personality: Couple sentences please

Perks: No god powers

Teaches: Can be anything you want

Room #: 1-10

Other:

Name: Gaspereaux Laeon Clämintine

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Werewolf

Appearance: A silken, midnight black mane adorns his crown, tumbling down in a careless manner. It's frequently trimmed short to dissuade the unruly locks from falling into his startlingly feral-looking icy-grey eyes. He won't let his hair feather across his neck and ears, no further. But, it's decent length, thinning upward in a thick faux most of the time, unless it has been wetted. Beneath it, lie strong and supple features, portraying an almost domineering presence; captivating a mysterious aura. His skin had been slightly tanned from many years spent under the sun, only adding to the tone and obvious ripples of muscle beneath smooth flesh, but even under the sun-kissed rays, he still gives off that white glow. Despite his slenderness, he has a very athletically fit body. This seems to be the regular for most of the werewolf men, but he has honed his for the sole purpose of being able to perform to the best of his abilities. Lithe shoulders are slightly broadened to give off a sense of adulthood, and his squared jawline is masculine and demanding as it forms a strong but somewhat pointed chin. There is nothing so agonizing to the fine skin of vanity as the application of a rough truth. Gasper might've heard someone say that once, but he needn't hear it. Vanity and pride were two different things. Vanity dies hard; in some obstinate cases it outlives the man. He need not worry himself with such fallible sentiments. He wasn't a human; busying himself with powders, rosy cheeks and and hidden veils. He wouldn't age or change for a long time to come, and he wasn't particularly interested in his countenance, anyhow. Gasper appreciates beauty, but does not see himself as anything other than homely. Large, graceful steps exude an elegant patience of a rather tall man whose feelings are bound down like tightly-wound coils.

Personality: Gasper is a calm person. His father was narcissistic, arrogant, and had the shortest temper known to man, so no one in the household was ever allowed to say much. No matter what it was, they were in the wrong, and he was right, so he quickly learned to keep his mouth shut around him. Since Gasper is so reserved and disciplined, he is also very observant, always keying in on little details. His normal peers never bother to approach him, let alone speak to him, so he has had all the time in the world to sit back and watch people. Reading someone's body language and the fluctuations in the tone of their voice has practically become second nature to him, and even though he may seems as if he's just not aware and daydreaming, he is always constantly aware of everything that is going on around him. It is nearly impossible to catch Gasper by surprise as he is so in tune with his surroundings. When it comes to interacting with people he is not very well acquainted with, he can be highly skeptical of them but gives them a chance anyway. Naturally, his first impression of a person is that they are probably scum, in one way or another. In this world, people are greedy, and each and every one of them carries a number of sins on their shoulders. Gasper rarely opens up to people, and it takes a lot of effort on their part to earn his trust. It's a very fragile thing, trust. Something that can be broken in one single instant, and it can never be repaired. That is why he doesn't just go about handing it out to just anyone. He must be sure that they won't abuse it. It's because of this cynicism that Gasper has such difficulty building relationships with others. His friend count is very low, and his love life is pretty much non-existant. But, this is by choice. He is a humble man, with a bright personality hidden beneath that strong outer shell of his. He can sometimes be very demanding and critical, because he has such strongly held beliefs, and is likely to express himself without reserve if he feels someone isn't meeting their standards. But at least his expressions can be taken at face-value, because he is extremely straight-forward and honest half the time.

Perks: Manipulate/Sense emotions and read minds.

Teaches: English

Room #: 5

Other: -

Name: Damien Haze

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Vampire

Appearance: : Damien has very dark red hair, so dark it can appear brown in most lights. His hair is relativity long, the front stopping right at his eyes, covering the slightly, but enough so that he can still see. For his attire, Damien tends to wear a black t-shirt and leather jacket, along with black jeans, giving him a somewhat goth look. His eyes are red, but most people can not see them because of his hair. He stands around 6 feet and weighs about 200 pounds. He is also very pale because he is a vampire. He is not exactly skinny and scrawny, although nowhere near muscular; basically an average body tone.

Personality: Damien is a very dark and mysterious person, or at least pretends to be in public. He'll act very distant and try to avoid contact with others, purely for the sake of not letting others know who he really is. In reality, he is a sadistic, malefic, being. Using his powers and perks as a vampire, he uses it to get whatever he wants by means of torture and threats. When he needs blood, he'll torture his victim until death. He does whatever he can as long as it's in his favor.

Perks: Umbrakinetic

Room #: 15

Other: Nope.

Name: Vlad Lacern

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Race: Vampire

Appearance: Pitch-Black Hair, Black Eye Colour, Short Fringe pushed to the side, Wears a Jacket and Jeans. He tries not to drink Blood but if he's hungry, he's really hungry.

Perks: Ferrokinesis

Other: None.

Name: Leo Sparks

Age: 13

Gender: Male

Race: Vampire

Appearance: He has blonde hair but it looks white in the sunlight. Has brown-red eyes with black streaks running from the pupil. His skin tone is fairly white.

Personality: A semi-serious teen that likes having his personal space at times. Sometimes he considers himself more superior to humans. Can be a good friend at times. Very loyal. He is considered scrawny, but is actually very strong he just acts like he's not tough so he won't draw attention to himself for his superior strength.

Perks: Quick eyes that can be useful in emergencies. Crafty hands that can turn piles of junk into useful items.

Room #: 12

Other: None

Does it have to be a made up character or can I use an anime character? The character I RP is a vampire but I'm not sure if I can use it here

Name: Lila

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Human, will create plottwists! :3

Appearance: Lila appears to have the 'toned athlete' build, and she has striking red hair and foresty green eyes. Her skin is a sort of creamy white with a couple of light freckles just below her eyes and forehead. She usually wears a cream-brown tank top and a baggy jacket she usually rolls up to her elbows. She wears some beaten-up jeans and a nice, red scarf around her neck. sometimes she puts a orange bandana around her head that makes her fiery hair stand out even more.

Personality: Lila is a very sweet and sensitive girl, but she's a bit shy and unwilling to open up to people that aren't close friends or family. She's a great friend to have, however, but she's willing to fight if she's threatened. And she's a good fighter, don't pick a fight with her.

Perks: HUMANS CAN'T HAVE PERKS.

Room #: 10

Other:

Name: Silus Esbern Markarth

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Race: Vampire

Appearance: Messy tresses of silver-white tumble in careless, choppy locks that might've been cut by Silus himself. Y'see, he doesn't really like hairdressers or barbers, so he's cultivated an appreciative art to cutting his own hair, and helping his siblings' with their own haircuts; he really doesn't mind doing it. Now, his bangs are a little less intricate, falling in choppy lines to obscure his turquoise-coloured eyes beneath. Due to his slow aging, he has the body of a seventeen year old. He is thin and fragile, mostly underweight and beneath his typical height. But that doesn't stop his raging temper.

Personality: To the outside world, Silus is a snobby, guileless person. He's outgoing, and never fails to make an acquaintance. He completely doesn’t care what the world thinks of him and isn’t afraid to speak his mind; unless there's someone ruefully frightening lurking about. His temper is quick to flare, but quick to extinguish. He’ll also be the first to apologize if he realizes he’s wrong. And he understands that the majority of the time, he's always wrong. If he doesn’t have an apology cocked and ready, however, he’ll stick to his argument like a stubborn child and resort to petty pouting. Silus appears to see a lot of the world in black and white. He has a strong sense of right and wrong that he adheres to, though not always strictly. He’s often getting herself in more trouble than he should. He sneaks about, pokes about things and places he has no business with, gets caught out of bounds at all hours and is rather high-handed with authority figures from time to time. He’s completely reckless when he drives and doesn’t always think his decisions through.

Perks: Fire and ice control, based on his emotions. So if he is mad, you better stay out of the way because fire-balls will fly at you without his control, or the chance of you being frozen solid. If he becomes soaked in anyway, it will lower his core temperature a lot, and has the chance of freezing or passing out. (Thus he avoids swimming) His temperature must be 2x above a regular humans to maintain himself.

Room #: 19

Other: `

Pressing his lithe back against his chair, he carefully took his handful of corrected papers and neatly tucked them away in his leather bag. Gasper wasn't much of a neat man, but he did his best to leave a clean impression to those he did not know and his students. Slipping off his glasses, he began to run a slender hand through his soft hair, inhaling and exhaling deeply due to mild stress already bubbling to the surface. He was not ready for this year, nor was he ready to be tormented by blood sucking leeches every day. "Hell, here I come."

Silus was asleep in the back of the class, snoring softly and curled in a small ball in the dark corner. Turning to the side in his sleep, he pulled his plaid shirt over his slim arms, trying to warm himself up some more due to the low temperature of the room. The vampire shook softly, beginning to awake when hearing shuffling and breathing nearby. He opened his turquoise eyes and stared up at the front of the room. "What the.."

Gasper paused for a moment and placed his glasses down, squinting slightly to peer down the rows of desks to the back of the room. He raised his obsidian colored eyebrows when noticing the boy began to awake from his slumber. The werewolf sighed, a faint growl edging along with it. "Kid, class ended twenty minutes ago," he announced, turning his attention to outside the window, eyeing the young males and females chattering happily and walking to and from places. "You better get on going, pretty sure you do not want to spend your free time with a teacher."

Silus frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, cracking his neck and slowly standing up to his feet. Scrunching his nose once doing so, he soon found out that he was a werewolf. He hissed, the placed reeked of it. "Wouldn't want to spend it with a mutt like you anyway." he poked, snickering afterwards. "What's an old dog like you teaching an english class, shouldn't you be off chasing your tail?"

Gasper craned his neck back again, peering down at the young male with intense eyes. He was a leech, a no-good blood sucker with no morals or emotions. He was one all along sleeping in the back of his classroom. The hair on the back of his neck began to raise. "I suggest you leave," he calmly commented, nostrils flaring. The werewolf knew he couldn't say anything negative, for he was a teacher of course. "We don't want any trouble, off you go."

Silus grew a wide smile, his fangs flashing faintly when running a tongue along them. He snorted, "Leave?" he scoffed, beginning to laugh loudly. "I don't take orders from dogs." he cooed, walking down the aisle slowly and running his fingers along the desks. "What's the matter, can't say anything bad?" The vampire raised a hand and snapped his fingers, a small flame soon dancing between them. "That's right, you're a teacher.. a bad one at that."

Gasper bit down on his lip, his temper growing fraction by fraction. "You better leave." he growled, bringing his hands up to the edge of his desk and digging his nails into the hard wood. He didn't want to snap, he couldn't snap. He had to keep his composure as best as he could for he did not want to lose his precious job. The only job he had and probably could ever get. "You filthy leech, leave!" The werewolf shouted, raising from his chair. "I swear you will not see the light of day again, kid."

Silus pranced his way on over to his desk, sitting down on it and bringing a leg up and tilting his neck back, offering himself up. He snickered, flashing fangs. "Why.. what will happen, hm?" he replied, playing with that lone flame between his fingers. Flinching slightly when Gasper shouted, he laughed afterwards. "Fiesty eh?" He brought his fingers close and touched them to Gasper's lips, burning the flesh.

Gasper's eyes did not wander from Silus, the grey pools were locked onto him tightly as he drew near. His nails dug deeper and deeper into the mahogany when the young vampire fancied himself a seat onto his desk, opening himself up right then and there and ridiculing the man some more. Once the burning fingers were brought to his lush lips, and burnt the delicate flesh, that was it. The werewolf grabbed the edge of his desk and tipped it over, having it fly backwards and clash onto the smaller desks with a loud bang. Gasper's wolf form soon took place where he was, large and nearly bigger than the room itself. It breathed deeply, hunched over and hovering above the vampire, about to rip his flesh apart.

Silus flew backwards and landed amongst the piles of desks, whimpering slightly due to the pain. His eyes were tightly shut, feeling the breath of the werewolf on him. "Kill me, do it." he said aloud, clenching his teeth. "You stupid mutt, do it."

Gasper breathed heavily, the fur on his back moving up and down slowly due to the large intakes. He gave a coherent growl and brought a large paw up, slamming it down onto the young vampire's arm. He awaited for a reaction before applying more pressure, just until a loud crack could be heard between the two.

Silus has a huge grin on his face, until Gasper crushed his arm. His back curled and his body shot forward, rumbling with shakes and tremors. His loud shriek filled the room, the pain becoming too overwhelming. Once hearing the crack, he began to scream louder, kicking his legs and doing pretty much anything to slip away. "Kill me!" he shouted. "Do it!"