Shifters
werewolves & lycans
Baptiste K. LaPierre Sr.
UN: @BestialSadist
DOB: 6/10/1971
Species: Alpha Lycan
Occupation: Owner of Bloodmoon Construction & Development (BCD)
Tribe: Bloodmoon
Pack: Bloodmoon
Alliances: Bloodmoon Pack Allies
"Yah woke tha giants, who were dormant in tha sky. (A7X) Poisonous canines ain't tha o'ly thing ta' make yah run an' hide."
Tha name’s Baptiste LaPierre Sr., Alpha of tha Bloodmoon pack and owner of tha family business, Bloodmoon Construction & Development. Yah may or may not’ve heard ah me. Either way? I don’t give uh shit. You’ll know mah name soon enuf. As you can tell by mah thick southern drawl and mah handsome face, I’m a southern boy through and through.
Oh…
And, a bonafide criminal.
Now, if yah know anything about tha Bayou Packs, you know befoe now, we (Guerrera’s, Buffalo's, Black Pines, Crescent’s, and othas) was all cursed ta’ stay wolves by that son uh a bitch vamp, Marcel Gérard. Only able to walk tha earth as men during tha full moon, we spent decades trapped in our wolf state for demanding what’s ours. Respect. He cursed our packs for all tha money we were making. Obviously, this curse business put a big dent in mah trade. Made it pretty difficult to monitor mah runnuhs and collectors.
But, tha return of tha Mikaelson’s has changed all that. They forced uh witch-bitch ta’ free us all. Who would’ve thought Klaus Mikaelson would be a friend ta’ us wolves? Well, friend might be uh stretch. We all know his generosity comes wit a steep price. But see, tha half-breed doesn’t know that I ain’t no one’s lackey. Neva will be. I just what’s rightfully ours. Once tha curse was broken, first thing I done was settle mah score wit Chris Favreaux. Wait… That’s a tall-tale. First thing I done was ride mah female until she tapped out. Then, I killed him, took his Alpha status of tha Black Pines pack, and got rid uh any dissenters wit’ tha balls ta’ go against me.
I tell yah, I don’t care ‘bout being no King. I just want ta’ restore mah pack to its rightful place, make mah money back, and kill that son uf a bitch vamp while I’m at it.
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Beast of the Southern Wild || Parts 1-5 || (Introductory Solo Series)
Tha One Who Cried Wolf || Parts 1-2 ||
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"I could be the nicest broad you meet, til you fuck with my family and my pack. Then, you're gonna wish for death."
What do I know about the Bloodmoons? I know enough to tell you to turn around and mind your goddamn business. My children were born into this pack. I live by the pack and like the rest of them, I'll likely die by the pack. So, any questions you might have won't get far unless you're one of us.
Yeah, yeah. I had my hands in the infamous drug trade before our pack was fucking cursed to our wolf forms some decades back. Only thing that did was made us all angry as fuck and hungry for blood. Vamp Blood. And, I have a feeling that vamp knows of the war he has coming to him now that the Hybrid and his witch have broken our curse.
Ever since the curse was lifted, I bowed out of the drug trade. The only one who was alright with it was my eldest, Tommy. Poor boy was so happy, he nearly threw me a party for it. But, Lie, my baby boy Junior and the pack? They were all far less than happy about my decision and that's on me. But, just because I'm not selling, that doesn't mean I’ve lost my fight. I’ll be right there on the frontline with my boys, when the war comes.
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Family or Foe (Introductory Solo)
Zelda M. (Babineaux) LaPierre
UN: @LoyalMasochist
DOB: 7/10/1972
Species: Alpha Werewolf
Occupation: Horse Ranch Manager
Tribe: Bloodmoon
Pack: Bloodmoon
Alliances: Bloodmoon Pack Allies
Journee Ayasha LaPierre
UN: @HerCajunFlame
DOB: 1/23/1999
Species: Untriggered Purebred Wolf
Occupation: Sophomore in College
Tribe: Bloodmoon/Babineaux
Pack: None
"I don't wanna be just a makeshift family nurse. I wanna learn to help other people who need it."
I'll make this as short as I can because this isn't going on any college applications. I'm graduating at the top of my class soon, by the way. When I was younger, I loved watching my mom's needle-pointing. I was fascinated by it and eventually begged her to teach me how. You'd never guess that I perfected my skills from all the bullets and arrows I've pulled out of family and friends over the years, though.
Don't give me that look, I know what you're thinking. The real question you should be asking is "People still use arrows?" Yes, there've been many nights where I've patched up my dad and my brothers at two in the morning. And most of those were from them fighting with each other. As much as I've helped them, I don't wanna be just a makeshift family nurse. I wanna learn to help other people who need it.
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Family Always Comes First (Introductory Solo)
The Crescent Child || Part 1 | TBC
"They say tha apple don't fall far from tha tree. I say, fuck ya."
I’ve spent mo’ years as a lycan than as a man. It’s made me a loner. A drifta. A feared man. Folks in town say I’ma li’l anti-social, a li’l pissed off, a li’l ‘touch me an’ I’ll break ya fuckin face.’ N they may be fuckin right bout that, but take a sec N thank bout this. Them filthy vampires cursed us tuh stay wolves fah all but bout one night of tha month. That means I could only talk tuh ma family when tha moon was fullin an wannin. Mah brothas n baby sis, who neva triggaed their wolf, became strangers tuh me. I was only 5, N most of them was way younga then me. Erry full moon I’d see ma family N they seemed so different than me. Growin so fast. Livin life, while mine slipped through ma paws. They couldn’t undastand what we was goin through. Evn tho we were neva too far from our blood, it still wasn’t tha same.
I used tuh run off into tha woods n tha marshes till dawn, then come home tuh sleep at tha feet of ma baby brotha’s bed till I was too big tuh fit in tha front door. Feelin him scratch behin ma ears when he got up, he’d talk tuh me befo he went off tuh school in tha mornin n tell me bout his schoolwork when he got home. Sometimes I was feelin like a damn dog, but I ain’t wanna leave em. I missed em. Ion hold it against em. I love em. But, it changed me. Ma moms N pops often says tha curse hit me tha most. Tha hardest. He say he can see it in ma eyes. Othas see it too. They say tha apple don't fall far from tha tree. I say, fuck you. It’s probly a smart thing fah ya tuh stay tha fuck away from me anyway.
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Don't Let My Quiet Fool Yah (Introductory Solo)
Baptiste "BJ" K. LaPierre Jr.
UN: @IndigenousHowls
DOB: 4/1/1992
Species: Lycan
Occupation: Construction Worker at BCD
Tribe: Bloodmoon
Pack: Bloodmoon
Alliances: Bloodmoon Pack Allies
Nicolas "Nico" T.T. LaPierre
UN: @InherentHeir
DOB: 12/17/1996
Species: Untriggered Purebred Wolf
Occupation: Auto Mechanic/Artist
Tribe: Bloodmoon
Pack: None
“Whatever Ancestors, Shamans, or Gods made the rule that purebreds had to kill someone to be full wolf had a real shitty sense of humor.”
A little about me? Huh… Lemme think. What can I say? I’ma Sag. Like RomComs. The Notebook’s my fav. Totes cried at the end. Oh, and I love long walks on the beach at sunset. Lemme tell yah.
*Waits for it*
Ha! Look. At. Your. Face! Wake up, stupid. I’m joking.
In truth, I’ma lil’ smartass–obviously—says my pops. Thickheaded, let my mama tell it. A pro at charming the ladies, says my bros and baby sissy’s. And if you ain’t noticed, I’ve got a wicked sense of humor. Hey, I gotta make due somehow since I wasn’t born a lycan, like my pops.
I kid…Sorta.
I always wanted to be like him though. Like my pops. Be as strong as him. As respected as him. Be as much of a man like him. He’s the reason my passion is cars. Fixing ‘em, restoring ‘em, and racing ‘em. I been working on cars since I was a kid. My pops showed me how to build an engine from scratch and I’ve been hooked ever since. Even went to school for it. Plan to open my own garage one day too. But even though my pops taught all of us, including my sisters, how to work on his old trucks, I was the only one who listened. We didn’t share the wolf, so for me, working on cars was our thing and our thing only.
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"I’ll tell ya’ one thing, it’s hard to keep your humanity in tact when everything around you is trying to claw it out of you."
Being the first born of Baptiste LaPierre Sr., I was expected to follow in his footsteps and be the next to take over the family “business.” I air quote that because at about 16, I figured out that his construction “business” was nothing but a drug front. My murdering, son of a bitch father pretends we’re all stupid, like we don’t know what he does behind my mama’s back.
But, the shiny NOPD badge on my hip is my personal fuck you to his expectations. I refused to follow in his footsteps. I didn’t care how much he’d hates me for it. I refused to be like him. He disgusted me too much. I wanted to be one of the good guys, a New Orleans cop. Not some filthy scum of the Bayou. I did so well, I became a New Orleans Special Crimes Detective and without having to kill anyone.
I’m a straight shooter, straight talker, and I walk to my own beat. Something hard to find in the corrupt NOPD. I made the choice to be better than my father’s legacy, but the one part I can’t shake is the fear of triggering my wolf curse. Everything was easier when half of my family was cursed to stay beasts by Marcel and his witch.
To be honest, I wished my mom and little brother didn’t have to go through that, but I was glad someone finally put my sadistic father of mines in his place. But now, he’s back and his disappointment is dangerous for my health. I wanted to get far away from the supernatural business as I could, but a promotion pushed me into the Special Crimes Unit, which in NOLA means supernatural-related cases. I had a knack for them. Go figure?
Now, I’m forced in the middle of the evil that lurks beneath this city, the corruption of my family, and the corruption of the NOPD. I guess no matter how much you try to escape yourself, you can’t get too far.
I’ll tell you one thing though, it’s hard to keep your humanity in tact when everything around you is trying to claw it out of you. You know what helps though? Oxy. Hey, don’t judge me. We all got our vices. Besides, I gotta keep my temper in line some way. Right?
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Introductory Solo Coming soon...
Tomás "Tommy" N. LaPierre
UN: Open
DOB: 8/30/1990
Species: Untriggered Werewolf
Occupation: Special Crimes Detective (NOPD)
Tribe: Bloodmoon
Pack: None
Anika Babineaux
UN: @ForsakenFrailty
DOB: 3/3/2003
Species: Werewolf
Occupation: Part-time Highschool Student/Fulltime Con Artist
Tribe: Bloodmoon/Babineaux
Pack: None
"I might be girly. But, if you call me Teen Wolf, I'll knock your teeth down your throat. No claws needed."
Look, you don't know real teen angst until you've turned into a whole wolf with a fresh head of braids and an empty stomach. Imagine growing in an age where privacy doesn't exist. Back in the day, all teens wanted was their very own privacy from the hawkish eyes of their parents but now, we willing give our privacy away online everyday. No such thing as secrets. No way to make a mistake without the world knowing.
Now imagine you've got a really big secret in a world like that? That's my life, in a nutshell. I'm a Werewolf (part of a tribe of Werewolves) in a world where secrets always come to light. I was born with the ability to shift into a vicious animal. A gene I get from both my mother and father but my father hates, just like he hates me because the only way to bring that gene to life is murder. Yeah, maybe I should've lead with that.
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I Got A Secret (Introductory Solo)
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werecats
"There is no off switch for a tiger."
Some advice, If you poke a sleeping tiger use a really long stick.
Hell I don't know, you want the good or the bad cause they kind of go hand in hand around me.
I’m smart that’s good right? It goes along with a smart mouth that I can’t always... see rarely ever control trust me that is bad in my house. Not in the I got my phone taken kind of way, more like I got to wear long sleeve shirts and sunglasses inside for a week way. I don’t want your sympathies lots of folks have it way worse.
I’m all grown up with a job I love, I’m a Vet. Like I said SMART also hardworking. Before you ask I play just as hard. Yeah okay I still live at home it's not ideal but my mom needs me. Id have to be a real shit human or tiger to just bounce leaving her in that house.
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A Few Hours More (Introductory Solo)
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Gabrielle “Gabi” de Leon
UN: @AudaciousMalkin
DOB: 9/26/1994
Species: Weretiger
Occupation: Veterinarian
Pack: Unaligned