Hey, look, another Wolfie soap! :o
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Thread Topic: Hey, look, another Wolfie soap! :o
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I'm sorry! My tables to mean! I typed it out like three times and it deleted all of them! I'll get it up ASAP!
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Name: Sebastian Foisy
Age: 16
Looks: Just kind of ignore the tattoos on his arms
His eyes are blue
Personality: Seb is very shy and easily embarrassed although this is hidden behind snarky and sarcastic comments. He looks like he should be a bookwork but the English language is very hard for him to read and it bugs him when someone says something about it or acts like he should have his nose in a book. He loves photography and takes pictures of pretty much everything even if it sometimes gets him in trouble. He hates sports and can barley even run but he loves the pictures you can get from the players. He has a very loud bark and a very shallow bite. He isn't in any after school things because he doesn't like the people.
His secret: he excels in healing magic and is quite good at it. His attack magic knowledge is not as large as he would like it but he is quite good with wind an earth magic and is severely lacking in knowledge of the fire and water magics. He can only use 'natural magics' or so he's told, he's read some 'unnatural magic' before and it didn't make sense to him so he didn't read anymore. He learns from his grandmother's grimoirs theirs a lot, also their not written in English and normal people can't read them, so they just look like blank pages.
Family: He lives with his mother/ice Queen, she's always working and on the rare occasion she's home she's not focused and on work calls and busy. His father left before he was born and he doesn't know anything about his father but his name. He wasn't close to anyone but his grandmother, no one else in he family likes him.
Favourites:
Color: Green, any and all shades
Movie- Insidious and Deadpool (Sorry I don't watch a lot of movies)
Sport- NONE OF THEM
Place- Anywhere he can take nice pictures.
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Yes and it's good he likes photography cause that can be an easy way to meet xD
If I make it so that it like there's some big lacrosse game and for their own reasons theyre both there, is that okay? Then they can meet and shiz
If not I can start it like a normal school day? Idk something like that? -
The lacrosse game is a good idea, we could go with that.
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Okay I'm off to start the soapy, THE WONDERFUL SOAP
Idk where I'm going I'll start in a sec xD -
Okay XD
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The air in the locker room was humid, most likely from the overuse of the showers by the other males on the lacrosse team. It was a commonly known idea amongst them that warm showers loosened up their muscles, therefore making it noticeably easier to run, sprint, and perform the strenuous activity involved with their sport. With steaming hot showers came the exasperating annoyance of excess steam, which spilled like fog on a concert stage into the other areas on the room. Grayson, from his spot on the part-metal, part-wooden bench he was seated at, was tightening the laces to his cleats. The male was already prepared, geared up with his blood flowing with adrenaline and excitement for the next game. The team was undefeated in their lacrosse division, and he wasn't ready to give that up so easily to their rival school, St. Augustus, the pompous prep school located just miles away from Kensington High.
The boy's breathing heaved as his mind played through the various endings of the game. In one vision, Kensington was bouncing and screaming out triumphant slurs. In another, St. Augustus was doing their idiotic little dances of victory throughout the field. He nearly gagged and stood, grabbing his stick and helmet. The boy stopped at the nearest mirror that wasn't covered by the steam and stared at the menacing cartoon cobra on his jersey, smiling aggressively. The Kensington Kobras, in all their glory, were most definitely going to defeated the St. Augustus Alligators. He laughed haughtily, watching as several of his teammates entered, suited up and ready just as he was. Their captain, Justis Winters, sauntered over to them. He was tall, African American with sparkling white teeth and swirling chocolate brown eyes. He was muscular, as well, with defined features that made all the ladies drool.
"Alright, boys. We know how St. Augustus plays. Dirty. And you know what, if they wanna play dirty, we play dirty right on back! Got it?!" All of the boys gave grunts of agreement, nodding their heads enthusiastically. "Good. Now, I wanna see nice defense. Michaelson! You've been playing' great when it comes to steals and assists. It'd be nice to see you score." Grayson nodded. "Lukas and Hunter, I wanna see a littleore aggression. Don't be sheepish. Good? Good. Let's go out to coach."
The team collected their necessary belongings, heading out and onto their home field. Some Alligators were on their side of the field, practicing certain drills. The Kobras hurried to their coach, who was waiting eagerly to present them with the plays he'd drawn up the night before. Grayson sighed, recalling that he would have to calm himself during this game. His aggression had begun to get the best of him during the previous matchup, and if he wanted his secret to stay put, he would have to be cautious. -
The crisp air danced around slowly the warm temperature almost negaiting it completely. Sebastian didn't know much or really anything about the sport but the small wind wouldn't affect their playing in any way just as the warmness wouldn't. The tension in the air was high, almost suffocating actually and this was just near the bleachers, the people that aren't actually playing. That being said most of it was probably from shallow girlfriends and good parents not so much from the other kids from the school.
Seb looked through the pictures from the last game,he thought that one day he should show them to the coach for some sort of reference or something but knew he wouldn't. He leaned against the side of the bleacher with all the people from the home side. He glanced up at the other side that was doing their warm ups, he narrowed his eyes slightly trying to make out the numbers on the jerseys but failed, so instead he held up the camera taking about a dozen of some not so discreet photos of them warming up. He snapped one picture and one of the guys in it was starring at the camera. He pretended it didn't happen, took a few more pictures an then started looking at them.
He stood there and the wind picked up, just right there, like two hands pushing against his back, he stretched his back hearing a crack or two he mumbled, "Stop." But it didn't he stumbled slightly losing his balance and started up the stairs to the bleachers still looking down at the camera. When he was younger his grandmother's would always say, 'Let the wind guide you where it wants to go' and if he'd learned one thing about the wind since he started using magic it was that the wind, did not gently do anything and guide it was especially not gentle, it was more like a very small, very needy, very energetic child shoving you around. He tried not to stumble over his feet on the way up and he sat down along one of the benched and looked up noticing the two very tall very muscular lacrosse players from St. Augustus who started to abandon their warm ups.
Being the person he is Seb held the camera up and took a few pictures of them and smiled slyly as he looked down at the pictures. He shook it off and ignored them being protected by the rest of the people around him he took multiple pictures of the field. Once he was happy with the amount he took he started to go through them, he didn't like taking to many before the game but it didn't matter too much as long as he got pictures of the game. -
The coach examined each and every one of his players, biting down on his lip and nodding in pure approval. The man made an effort to crack his knuckles. This was done out of pure nervousness, he hadn't been capable of playing St. Augustus in a few years and they most likely had improved by a tremendous degree. His team was performing on a spectacular level, but he had room to be ridden with anxiety. Preparatory schools were always more difficult to come out with a victory against. He eyed Grayson, his eyes squinted with an idea forming in the back of his mind. Grayson stared back wearily, almost capable of seeing the gears in his coaches head turning. He was worried. He'd been laying back on a defensive and assisting playbook formed by himself. When he was placed as an offensive player, he often grew heated and it was a task to to keep concealed the various telling details of his secret.
"Michaelson, offense with Carmen and Winters. That'll be the best lineup, I think." The man scribbled a few notes onto his clipboard, nodding at his own idea. Grayson bit back the words he was close to unleashing. The sudden change was one he had been anticipating, but the fact that he was now going to be forced to deal with it caused his stomach to tighten and squeeze. He folded his arms over his chest, peering onto the field. He zoned out of his coach's speech as he examined St. Augustus' players and their tactics. He took a few steps away from the group, adjusting his helmet over his head securely. He tilted his head so that his ear was focused in on what the other team was saying. It wasn't entirely too clear, he was still attempting to use the ability correctly. Something about a formation and that they'd bring defense up to score on the goal. Grayson's shoulders bounced upon hearing this information. He would be capable of warning his teammates when they were going to do this, he'd picked up on the code word:Gators.
The rest of the team hurried onto the field, each getting into their respective positions and formations. Grayson assumed his stance, staring directly into the eyes of his opposing offender. They had the offense to begin with, and the referee stood in the middle of the field, checking to be positive each team's goalie was ready for action. He blew the whistle suddenly, signaling for the team to begin. After a moment of hesitation, Grayscompleteoff, weaving through the defenders. Justis kept an eye out for him, making his way along the field and passing it off to Grayson at the most opportune moment. Thankfully, the male was able to complete the reception. He turned, and as he did, a defender rammed into him, causing him to fly back against the grass, his head recoiling against it.
"It's alright, Grayson!" Justis yelled. "There was no way of knowing he'd be there!" The ball fell to the grass, and it was immediately scooped up by Pauly Lukas, thankfully. Grayson shook himself off, standing and hurrying back to join the play. His eyes, he knew, were close to glowing the deep green tint that came with his secret. He angrily sighed, forcing it away. -
I appologise for any terrible spelling errors, this tablet is messing with my mind a
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Sebastian took a few pictures of his schools team while they were talking about what ever they were talking about, its not like he could really hear them. After he was happy with all the pictures he took at all the diffrent possissions and such he leaned out of the camera and pulled his hood up over his head. He felt his phone vibrate and pulled it out of his pocket only to drop in the camera case he placed beside him. He slowly pushed his glasses up on his nose and then gently shook his head moving little strands of hair out of his eye his keping two of his fingers on the glassed in place.
He watched the empty goalie net on their teams side of the field. He started to zone out, he remembered when he was younger and his grandmother was alive that she lived far out in the country with only trees around, their was a church a few miles away but the closest house was at least 12 miles away. His mother would usually send him with his grandmother and wouldn't pick him up for a good week or two, leave him home for a day and then drop him off again. He remember littl Megan Gilbert that lived in that house 12 miles down the road, he remembered running down to the house every morning, Megan would meet him half way sometimes or on the rare occation she'd come in the house while they were eating and have a second breakfast with grandma and him. He remembered that they would run around that abandoned forest, sometimes trying to catch deer or bunnies or anything else they saw. He remembered one summer when they were eight or nine they were running around like usual and they saw a bear, he didn't remember what they did to make it angry but it might of just been them being there. Seb tacked Magan to protect her from it and then he forgot everything after that, he woke up back at the house with a few scratches on his back and Megan not hurt at all, grandma told him that she found them like that when she went to look for them but now more than every he knew she was lying. He didn't have many resent memories of the girl he hadden't been up to the house in quite a while although they still had it.
He was shaken out of the thought when he saw the goalie in the net, he took a picture of the starting possissions and then a close up of the goalie and the rest of the players. He snapped a lot of pictures of the guy with the ball, he flinched when the guy was rammed into and his head recoiled against it, he took probably a good thirty pictures in those seconds. He took pictures as the next boy picked up the ball and went on with it. -
Hey don't sweat it x)
Pauly knew that he wanted to give Grayson a bit of redemption, so when the coast was clear, he side stepped a St. Augustus player, passing the ball off to his teammate. Grayson received it flawlessly, giving a powerful flick of his stick in order to slam the ball into the net. The players on St. Augustus were shocked, their faces befuddled and questioning. The goalie slammed his foot against the ground in protest, growling angrily. The referee blew the whistle, signifying the players to make their way back to their starting positions. Each team was on fire, defending and pushing forcibly yet beautifully. Plays were executed with grace and were fueled by the hopeful idea of triumph over the rival team. When the referee blew the whistle once more, the starting lineup hurried through another play in which Justis was going to try for a goal. This progressed swiftly and easily, but the play failed in the end. Justis was not capable of getting the ball off in time.
This was about how the rest of the game went about the same way, but a few goals were slipped in here and there when the defenders were knocked off of their A-game for a moment. The score was tied 3-3 near the end of the match, only two minutes to earn one last point. Thankfully, it was Kensington's possession. Their killer play was set in place, the formation of their players almost like a formation of ducklings behind a mother. The whistle rang out, and off forward went Grayson and Pauly. Justis hurried along after a few moments, weaving in and out of St. Augustus with ease. The killer play was killing. The ball was passed off to Grayson, who once again received the ball. He noticed a defender coming at him from his peripheral vision, and he hurriedly passed the ball off to Pauly as he was smashed into with the force of a mack truck. He fell against the ground once again, his stick flying out of his hand. Thankfully, from where he was, he heard the satisfying swish of the ball smacking into the back of the net. Screams erupted from the game goers. He laughed ecstatically, standing. He yanked off his helmet, grabbing his stick and yelling out in a child-like manner. Winning against the Gators was exhilarating.
He could taste the copper, metallic flavor of blood in his mouth. He turned his head, spitting the scarlet red onto the field. He grunted heavily as he did so, feeling more pour into his mouth. He paid no mind. He sprinted to join his team, who hugged him joyously. Pauly ruffled his hair, "Dude, you won the game!" Grayson shook his head, looking to Pauly, a drop of blood escaping his lips, "You got the goal." The boy put a finger into the air, "You assisted. Never would have got it without you. Now go get your blood taken care of." The coach, who'd picked up on the dialogue, nodded in agreement. Grayson turned beginning to walk along the field to make his way to the school. He walked very slowly, wishing to savor the taste of sweet, sweet victory. -
Sebastian took numerous pictures of the game. He took shots of pretty much everything that happened, to him it didn't much matter what was happening, who was scoring or whatever, it looked pretty and nice and that was all that really mattered even if the people around him didn't agree with his thoughts. He nibbled on his bottom lip during most of this time as he took the pictures, mostly out of habit as he usually did while he was concentrated.
During the game the players seemed more into it than usual, on their A-game maybe. The game seemed a little more violent than usual but maybe that was just in his eyes, he didn't know for sure. He wasn't aware of his surrounding as much as he should be, to him it was only him, the camera and the field but what he did know was he was cringing way more than usual. As the last goal of the game was earned and everyone was happy he took a few pictures of it and a few of the happy people in the stands with him.
Once he was happy with the amount of pictures he glanced through the last few then, took off the lens extender, took his phone out of the case for the lens and then put it in and then put it in his school bag that he had with him. He got up throughing his bag over one shoulder gently and walked over to the end and started down the stairs, he started to look through some of the pictures as he walked. He licked his bottom lip and then nibbled on it slightly, he liked most of the ones he was in there. Without any warning at all he slammed into a person. He fell backwards on his butt protecting his camera and checking it out to make sure it was okay and not damaged. His blue eyes were wide as he looked up at the guy he walked into. -
A small, barely noticeable growl came from Grayson's throat as he collide with another individual. His head flicked to take in the features of the boy who now sat on the ground, blue eyes wide and peering up at himself. Grayson dropped his stick and his helmet as a flurry of apologies flew from his mouth. The male leaned down, taking notice of the camera. It seemed rather expensive and he hoped that he hadn't damaged it in any way, shape, or form. He looked into the other boy's eyes, but it was almost as though he could feel his eyes changing like they did on certain occasions. They were one of the more difficult things he was required to control. He blinked and looked away for a moment before refocusing himself on the boy. Remembering his mouth was bleeding, he swallowed whatever was inside his mouth, much to his hesitance, and wiped whatever was on his face off. A faint trail stretched along his left cheek. He put out a hand to help him up, hoping sincerely he would accept the offer as he explained in a careful, apologetic voice,
"I am so, so sorry. Are you alright? Are you hurt? Is your camera okay? I must not have been payings attention to where I was walking. Do you need anything? And allow me to help you up, yeah?" He swallowed more blood, waving the hand that he had previously extended. His eyes were big with worry and care for the other, his heart pounding slightly quicker than it usually did as he thought about all the ways the other male could have gotten hurt. Grayson had also noticed the rather handsome features the boy owned, and he had to admit, if he had his own dictionary, right next to the phrase "eye candy" would be a photo of the person in front of him. He nearly laughed at the thought. -
Seb looked at him trying to find the horrified look that was creeping up on his face, a small yelp escaped his lips as the mans stick and helmet were dropped. He closed his eyes lightly and shook it off, he looked at the camera taking a more in depth look at the camera making sure it was okay for sure. He nibbled at his lip trying to think of something to say to him but he couldn't manage to think of something so he started to fiddle with the camera. He held up the camera and snapped a picture of the guy holding his hand out and leaning down like he was, he looked at the picture and let out a small sigh for relief.
"No I broke my leg and am in tears crying like a baby, can't you tell?" He said his voice dripping with sarcasm, he shook his head probably not the time to be sarcastic when a lacrosse player is looming over you. "Forget that, yes the camera is fine." He said and hid his blush as embarrassment filled him and his heart pounded against his chest. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, "Its okay, I obviously wasn't paying attention either, I was to busy looking at pictures." He said choking back on the sarcastic comments filling his mind. He looked at the guy trying to hide more of the blush that was threatening to crawl on his face, he was attractive, enough said. "I..." He said quietly, "I thought everyone would be distracted by the win." He said louder so he actually heard. -
Instead of growing offended in reaction to the rather biting sarcasm, Grayson laughed in amusement. His forest green eyes lit up as he chortled away. In a few moments, he was calm, wiping at the blood with the hand that was not held out for the male. His eyes were soft and exhausted from the strenuous activity he had endured throughout the game. He planned on changing and heading to his favorite location in order to blow off some steam and read up on his supernatural qualities. The teenager waved his hand once again, wondering why the other hadn't taken it for help yet. He tried to smile as nicely as possible. It was clear that the other boy had a snarky way about it, which wasn't entirely a bad thing. Grayson was certain that he was most likely kind and enjoyable to be around. Most people were once you cracked their guarded outer shell. The faith he had in the goodness of people was strong, something unusual for a kid his age. But it was what helped him with understanding others and he thought that was incredibly important.
"Good. I'm glad you're alright. Yeah, it was a pretty big win. All the St. Augustus girls were pretty down. And every time we have one of these big wins, the students go off to some house party, the lacrosse players included. I don't go to them, however. Too chaotic. But anyways, would you like help up?" The honest reason he was not in attendance for the house parties was because like that heightened the probability of his secret being revealed. He still was not under full control of his shifting and manipulation of fire. That was his reason for heading off to his secret hideaway. His mother had been the only one aware of his powers, so with her gone, it was entirely too hard to improve his abilities without her. That was what really depressed him, not being capable of being guided through the struggle of finding his supernatural self and everything he was able to do.
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