Character Name: Armando Grayson De Luca
Nickname: Gray
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Grade: Senior
Subject: n/a
Race: Werewolf
Canon/Non Canon: non canon
Play-by: Steven Strait
Appearance:

Gray stands at about 6 foot 2 inches, and weighs close to 182 pounds. For a good part of his childhood he was a very awkward looking child, but by the time he reached the 8th grade he had grown into his body. He Has slightly rounded brown eyes, that seem to go on forever if you look hard enough. Homie is mad toned…he eats sleep breaths muscle and this is due to the fact that he is very athletic. He has an amazingly toned body, which the ladies love to look at. He has short black hair most of the time but will grow it out a bit from time to time. He has a little bit of stubble around his chin are, and a mole on his right cheek. He like the look of “I just rolled out of bed.” He has a very tanned body from all the time he spends outside. He can be seen most of the time in shorts or jeans and in polo’s and button down shirts. Unless you catch him in the morning on his jog, then its always basketball shorts and a tank top, except when its cold, then a hoodie is added into the mix. Gray was always a good looking kid and he knew it too. He has a pretty solid ego, so chances are he’ll tell you how good he looks too.

Personality:

He's your typical socialite, sly, cunning, out for his personal gain without thinking of others. But he does have that nice side to him. He'll help anybody in need, as long as they ask, of course there is usually something for him to gain from, whether it be, just acknowledgement, or something of monetary value. He's got a bit of a temper and will let it loose without thinking sometimes, so beware of that. Yea...he can be a bit of a jackass sometimes, but well so is everybody. To most Grayson has it all, popularity, riches, and good looks, but he’d give it all up for his freedom. There is nothing that he values more. He can’t stand being locked up, or confined in one location. It is why he plays sports, owing nothing to nobody but himself. But he knows he can never be free not truly free at least. He hates disappointing other especially his father and is always trying to please everyone, keep them happy. He plays he sports to the best of his abilities and studies hard all with the hope he won’t see the look of disappointment that will inevitably cross his father’s face, but nothing he does ever seems to be enough.

On a brighter note, he is extremely intelligent from all the studying he has done and very athletic from the 3 sports he plays. He’s very open minded and will do just about anything if it sounds fun. He hates to sit still, and usually some part of this body can be found moving at every moment of the day. Its another reason he plays sports he can use the pent of energy he collects during the day. Some people would say it is adhd, but it’s not, he’s just a hyper kid. On the outside Gray spews confidence, but he’s not very confident about anything especially himself, but very few people know that. Although he’s quick to hide it, his mother’s death, and the rapidness of which she died, still affects him, but when it pops in his mind he throws himself into whatever is in front of him. He’ll sometimes grow quiet and reflective on moments when he can’t distract himself.

History:

His parents, Alexander and Catarina, formerly Catarina Garcia got married after they graduated college as his father got her pregnant. He was seven when his mom died. He doesn’t really have a clear memory of her, him being so young when she died, but his mom wasn’t really the most healthiest person in the world, so when she came down with pneumonia they kind of knew it was her time to go. He has flashes of her, like certain smells, and colors, and activities will bring up small memories, but for the most part, he draws up a blank when it comes to her.

His grandfather on his father’s side didn’t exactly approve his mother at all since she was born below his wealth status, and disowned Alexander. His father, never one to be kicked to the curb, went off to find his fortune, finding it in the shipping business. De Luca’s Deliveries…sound familiar? His mom on the other hand, didn’t do anything but sit at home, and do the homemaker thing.


As previously stated his parents got married a right out of college, his grandfather kicked his father out. Gray was six when grandfather finally forgave his father. He, Gray that is, doesn't exactly have a close relationship with his dad. It's not that he doesn't love him, because he does. It’s just that his dad, Alexander isn't always home, most of the time he's off doing business or fucking one his mistresses, and doesn't always spend that much time with his kids. That and Theo being his oldest son means that Alexander expects the best out of him. So he's always pushing him to be the best he can be so he can take on the family business, whether he wants to or not or face death. He really thinks his father would kill his if he said no, and death is not on his list of things to do today… or anytime soon. He was 12 the one and only time he ever decided to go against his father’s plans for him. He took a fireplace poker held it into the fireplace and then proceeded to burn the skin along his ribs, while his stepmother watched. He just told him that he didn’t want to run the family business.

Gray knows he's most likely to lead the life his parent’s lead. It sucks, but well, he knows that one day he's going to wake up and find that he's married to a girl who doesn't give a rat’s ass about him, and is off fucking one his "buddies" while he’s on some business trip, or stuck at the office, but...well he still leads the life that he does now, rich, and with millions of girls willing to sleep with him he’d be mostly okay with it. He doesn’t want this for his life , but sadly he knows it inevitable. Not everyone gets, the happy ending in the end.

Name: Erica
Age: 20
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Sample Post:

Shane was trying to be a good boy. Trying and failing miserably. He didn’t like who he was becoming, or what he was doing with his life. Okay maybe that was a lie, he did enjoy some aspects of what he was doing with his life. But he didn’t like how he was doing it. ‘At least, i still have a banging body,’ he thought, he still didn’t know how he had managed that one. It was probably the drugs, but he didn’t want to think about that. He like to think he was trying to look good for the ladies. Shane laughed bitterly taking a long drag from his cigarette, and blowing it out. There seemed to be a lot of who’s recently. Not that he minded, Shane did love a good party, and sex always seemed to follow one.


Shane shifted a little on the car lid, trying to find a comfortable spot. He had been up since five that morning, like he was every morning for his run around the town. He closed his eyes for a bit, not falling asleep, but simply relaxing. He allowed his mind to drift back to the previous night. It had been a wild night if he remembered correctly, lots of drinking going on. Shane wasn’t the type of person who would normally go drunk at a party…okay maybe he was but normally he at least maintain some type of control. What had happened? He was still slightly hung over from the night before, and the animal sounds moving along the beach, and the sound of the waves moving in and out was totally not helping his headache. He rubbed his temples, trying to ease his pounding head, his mind still on the party last night. Something important had happen, that he wasn’t remembering, and that bothered him a little. He shrugged off that feeling and opted to not think on it for a while.

He laid there for a while when, he finally lost it. That was it! He couldn’t make it, couldn’t take it, the temptation was just too strong. He hopped off the car lid and was heading back towards the school when he heard something not too far from where he was. Normally a noise wouldn’t have been that strange considering he was at the beach and a seagull or a fish could have made the noise, but there was something different about this one. It was human, and not in the “it seemed human,” kind of certain, he was fairly certain that this was a human. He had thought he was alone. He had expected to be alone; it was after all well after midnight. His natural instinct was to go the opposite direction, but he was curious as to what, or who had made the noise, but he had also seen plenty of horror films to know that you don’t go investigating things alone. “I’m smarter than that,” he muttered to himself, “or maybe not”.


Curiosity getting the best of him, he made his way over towards the noise in question. The closer he got towards the sound the more he recognized it. Crying. Not just any kind of crying, feminine crying. He groaned inwardly. Shane absolutely detested seeing or in this case hearing a girl cry. He didn’t know what it was about the sound, but whenever he heard it, he just felt like he had been the cause of it. Granted a majority of the time he had heard and or seen a girl cry, he had been the cause of it, but that was beside the point. He had a split second of indecision, should he find out the source of the tears, or should he ignore it all together, and continue on the way he had been originally going, back to the school. He sighed. As cold a bastard as he would like to portray himself as he could never actually leave a girl there to cry without some attempt to help her.

He walked slowly not in any hurry to reach his destination particularly fast. AS she came into view he noticed she looked somewhat familiar. He was fairly certain he had not uttered a single sentence to her, but he was sure he had seen her before this moment. Around campus maybe? He couldn’t say for sure. He was about a foot away when he noticed she was holding something. ‘What was that?’ he thought, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. But he couldn’t turn back now could he? Not when he was in her line of vision. A razor blade…shit… Just as the though flitted through his head he noticed something was dripping form the blade. He couldn’t leave her now, not while she was injured.

Shane stopped beside her and plopped himself down. He was silent for a few moments watching the blood run down her arm and trying to find the best approach to handle this situation. He wished he didn’t know she had done this herself. He wish he could say he hadn’t seen this, this being self-mutilation before. But sadly growing up with two junkies for parents, he had seen much worse. He had watched as people used syringes to inject heroin into their blood stream, he had seen people overdose after snorting cocaine, his drug of choice, and most tragically, he watched his father’s best friend go crazy and blow his brains out with a shot gun moments after smoking marijuana. He wouldn’t let her do this to herself. He lifted his shirt over his shoulders, and off his body, and took hold of her arm, pressing his shirt there to stop the bleeding. He knew she was a little surprised his actions, hell, he was surprised by his actions. He had yet to say anything, and not wanting to seem like a total douche he opened his mouth, and said the first thing that popped in his head, “uh… Hey.”

congratulations, mister de luca. after going over your transcript, and deciding how well you'd fit in here at Cry Wolf High, we have decided to accept your request to join us! please go take the time to go to the directory, and the sign ups to complete your enrollment. once done, head over to the office, and complete your schedule here! thank you!

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