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ooc: New character time! I apologise for the very long bio, most of it is just explaining the species.


Name: Elfair Deccar
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Human/Ware

For the benefit for all those who don’t have access to the twisted depths of my mind, a brief description on what a ware is: About 1 in 200 humans bitten by a ware will become a ware. The odds for most animals (including anthromorphs) are miniscule, though wolves have a slightly higher chance. Anyone or anything that is bitten and doesn’t become a ware dies. Anyone who becomes a ware will slowly undergo physical changes such as darkening of hair and eyes, teeth becoming sharper and finger and toenails becoming thicker and claw-like, as well as other changes: becoming totally carnivorous (eats only meat) and feeling an urge to kill, particularly more intelligent creatures such as humans. On top of this, a ware will be able to transform into a creature they have bitten for about 8 hours after the bite. Contrary to popular belief, they are as easy to kill as any other creature. Silver bullets are optional.

Appearance: Hair was blonde before she was bitten, now dark, but the colour is indistinguishable. Eyes are also dark and shadowed. Thick, black claw-like finger and toenails roughly cut and sharp teeth, including a set of larger fangs. When she’s expecting to see other people she wears a large, heavy coat, gloves, boots, a large hat and (sometimes) a scarf which conceals who (and what) she is. When alone she prefers less constraining clothes, sandals and simple clothing, plus a large black cloak when it’s cold.
Bio: Bitten when she was 13, Elfair considers herself unlucky to have survived. Chased away from her home, she followed the edge of the mountains until she grew weary of travelling and settled above a large town. She hates killing other humans so she forces herself to live alone. However, when the need for food or when the urge to kill that she feels as a ware, or the need for company grows too strong she has been known to kill humans, turn into her victim and spend a few hours in the town, maybe using the time to buy supplies such as clothes, shelter and sometimes food.


I don't really intend to have her bite any of our characters (unless someone really wants her to ) and I'm aware that it's normally spelt were (as in werewolf) but as were is a real word and ware isn't (shut up havoc ) we can all just ignore that.


Pseok floated a short way above the ground as Art and Charger got out of the car. He paused for a minute, going over the last days events in his head until he reached a decision. He flew down and landed on top of the car, the darkness hiding him reasonably well.
Pseok: "Hey, writing guy, What-ever-your-name-is? I... Can I talk to you away from the others?"

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A dark figure wrapped in a black cloak dragged a dead sheep up the mountainside. the sheep's fluff was stained with its blood across its body, especially around its neck, as if it had been deeply scratched and then bitten. Reaching a hollow cave in the rock, the figure rolled the dead sheep onto its back, bent over it and bit deeply into the flesh of its belly, tore off its mouth-ful of meat and swallowed with a satisfied sigh. the animal would last for a few days. No more hunting, no fear of running into another person. No one came up here anymore, people would be safe. The beast could not hurt anyone for those few safe days.
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