Full name // Keaton Rucker

Species // human

Age // eighteen

Gender // male

Sexuality // bi-curious

Appearance // A fair skinned male with dyed hair the same color as his eyes.

Personality // As stubborn as a mule, and more hard-headed as a rock. Once he sets his mind to something, he won't change it. No amount of begging, pleading or bribing can change his mind. You can either find that admiring or annoying as hell..and alot of people have picked the latter on that. He will die for whatever he's decided, even the dumbest things; and will infact argue over it. Like you could disagree with him over a opinion and he'll outright tell you that you're wrong; even if opinions can't be wrong. But he doesn't care, he can only be right. Aside from being very opinioned and stubborn, Keaton is blunt and straight-forward. He doesn't like liars or not being truthful, something that stemmed from childhood. He's also a bit of a daredevil, and likes trying new things(even if their dangerous) 

Likes // trying new foods, the smells of candles, going on trips

Dislikes // really spicy foods, soup of any kind, and when it's really hot

Extra // Keaton has a big backyard filled with plants his mother built; and a pair of geese who were rescued. He also has a dog.

Scenario // You were a [insert supernatural creature here] and often times struggled to get along with others. Frustration at not being able to share your secret and taking precautions gave you repressed anger; and who better to take it out on then your classmates? Keaton, happened to be one such person. However, rather then cower -like some- he always argued back. Whatever rudeness you gave him was given back tenfold. It started as kids and escalated to you as an almost adult. Over the years; you fought more and more, dislike getting stronger and stronger until you were absolutely certain that you hated -no loathed- Keaton; and wanting nothing to do with him; ever. However, that resolve crumbled to pieces as you entered school the day of/after your eighteenth birthday. You'd seen Keaton in the halls; chatting with friends and felt...sparks. a huge rush that let your non-human side know that without a doubt; Keaton was your [other half/mate/soulmate/whatever applies]. Except you hated him, and he was a human without a doubt. This could never work. You didn't realize you were staring until his eyes met yours; and he flashed you a grimace before turning back to his friends. your response?

requirements // your oc is eighteen/recent turned eighteen and is some supernatural creature. Originally I was going to make it a werewolf, but why not let people be creative. So you can be a were-something; as-long as it's not fantasy; like a were-dragon or a fairy. Also, your oc dislikes/hates/doesn't get along with Keaton.