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Basic Information
Name: Zoragarri Heroi
Age: 18
Height: 5’11
Species: Euskal Werewolf
Species Description: Werewolf species native to the Basque Country of France and Spain. Can effectively blend in with humans or wildlife when fully mature, as well as draw power from the moon. Confused with the common werewolf due to myth and legend associating the two together.

>Temporary Shapeshifting- She can temporarily alter aspects of her appearance to be more wolflike or humanoid. Currently, due to not being fully developed, she can only change minor things such as her hands or feet.
>Lunar Lunacy- Similar to the typical werewolf, she is affected by the moon and moonlight. However, her physical and magical abilities are heightened at the cost of unpredictable mood swings and dampened judgment. 

Academic Information

Level: Beginner

PTS 201
PTS 203
NEC 203

Passed Courses: BST 101, NEC 103, PTS 102

Experience: n/a (Not calculated as of yet)

Personal Information

>Learning new things
>The concept of immortality
>Reading both fiction and nonfiction
>Friends… though acquiring them may be an issue
>Her parents
>Cooking/Eating homemade food

>Bugs, arthropods, vermin, etc
>Being assumed to be a normal werewolf
>Being called childish

>Intelligent, quick learner, studious
>Strong sense of determination
>Dedicates herself fully to any task at hand.
>Excellent cook

>Silver burns her on contact
>Is ridiculously shy
>Is afraid of many different things
>Can get emotional
>Does not trust strangers

>Gain eternal life
>Become more confident
>Survive the academy and return to her parents

>Bugs and other nasty things
>Tight spaces
>Never seeing her parents again


Zoragarri is an introverted teen that has hopes and dreams so ridiculously hard to attain that she is embarrassed to mention them. She is determined to seek out these goals, however, through sheer determination and will. While she is ridiculously attentive to her aspirations, she is also fairly nervous around new people. After getting her to break out of her timid little shell, however, she can be very cheerful and playful. Around those that she is comfortable with, she tends to overall act very friendly and open to others. When threatened, she tries to appear intimidating while simultaneously cowering away. She is, in general, very scared of the less humanlike students and teachers.


Zoragarri has lived quite a sheltered life for most of her time in existence. Living in a small apartment in New Orleans, she'd been homeschooled by her mother and not allowed to venture beyond the house. Every day, her mother would teach her out of textbooks and play games with her as a means to help her develop. The highlight of each of these days, however, was when her father would come home from work at night and read her fairy tales before bed. When she was in her mid teens, however, she'd begun to crave the supernatural and asked for her parents to get her books on the subject. Of course, her parents did so in order to keep the budding teen entertained through her isolation. Through these books, she'd found a few notes scrawled inside mentioning the OtherWorlde Academy. Desiring above all else to learn and finally see the outside world, she tells her parents of this opportunity on her sixteenth birthday. This is rejected by her loving parents… much to her displeasure. Acting out of emotion, she snuck out of the apartment via the fire escape the next night and hitchhiked her way to the approximate location of the school. Walking the rest of the way with only a bundle of books and a change of clothes as luggage, she enters and signs the application book...

Year 1
Zoragarri's first year has been fairly rough. Aside from making new friends and attending her classes, some very traumatizing events have occurred. While attempting to do her final for Necromancy 103, she was possessed by the spirit of a 1920's flapper girl. She does not speak of what happened inside her head during this event, though it is apparent that she is uncomfortable with the topic. Shortly after, she had become a tribute for the tournament and found herself inside one of the hourglasses. This resulted in her crying for mercy for most of the mask, soon discovering the next phase of her transformative ability. She has yet to replicate the claws that had formed as a result of that fateful day, but it has done greatly to lift her spirits and has made her a little bit more confident. She is beginning to mature physically and she is excited about how she'll end up once fully matured.

Year 2
Not much has happened of note aside from a potionmaking class trip into the Bad Garden. Within, she'd... unfortunately... discovered a more wild and violent side of herself. For the rest of the semester, Zoragarri had been visiting family and even took her friend Yuzuki Yuri along with her. Unfortunately, however, Yuri appears to have taken off school this semester, leaving poor Zoragarri to deal with the horrors of the academy by herself...

Misc. Information:
>Is a hopeless romantic.
>Loves to indulge in her canine side, though offerings to play fetch or give her a bone are seen as racist.
>She is excellent at most board games.
>While she is happy to be at the academy, Zoragarri likes to keep in touch with her parents.
>Anyone that reads to her before bed is seen as a great friend.
>Her name translates as “adorable hero” and she's her daddy's little hero :’3

Character Relationships

|  - Likes |  - Dislikes |  - Unsure |  - Interested By |  - Saddened By |  - Fearful Of |  - Crushing On |  - Love |

Sample Name -  - Sample description of relationship.

Wendy Van zwet ( -    - After the events of the tournament, Wendy has decided to distance herself from Zoragarri. It's a shame Zoragarri lost this friend, and she feels guilty about the predicament.

Yuzuki Yuri ( -   -  A great friend, even in her current absence.

Bartholomew Ansuz ( -    - Where to even begin... After meeting him and doing an assignment alongside him, she sees Bartholomew as a sort of friend. She's a tad worried about him, the guy seemingly devoid of any sort of fear. This also interests her in a way... how can someone be so calm? She hasn't seen him in a while and she is beginning to worry.

..and more to add!!!

Roleplaying Preferences

Where do you like to roleplay? Notes, comments, Skype? Preferences or limits? Would you like to join the OW Skype Group? If so, indicate Skype username or note it to viralremix

I prefer Notes or (mainly) Skype, though comments are okay here if there is no other choice. Ask for Skype via notes.
Pretty much anything is game. Ask for more details if interested.


Script Sample
Zoragarri: *sighs* I need new clothes. Yuri, can I please cook something new tonight?

Lit Sample
Zoragarri sighs and looks down at her clothes, which she had begun to outgrow. "I need new clothes soon... Yuri, can I cook something new tonight?"

Credit for character art goes to :iconnoshoba:
Life's doing well and I'm enjoying my winter break. I just can't seem to find a job anywhere XP

I'm finally getting back into Pokemon and bought Alpha Sapphire yesterday. Feel free to ask for trades, but I don't have much currently. Note me for my friend code. ;)

Aside from that, life is good. Just worried a bit financially. ;)
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A large dark bulky mass lurked through the door of the potions classroom causing the floor to creak as it shifted its weight from side to side and lurched over the long table until finding a suitable seat. This dark mass of meat was Gorduelle, Darius Gorduelle: an intermediate student of the OtherWorlde Academy of Dark Arts. The fact that he was undead was rather apparent due to his rigid pale blue-green flesh covered in nicks, scratches, and scars. Half his face looked as if it were still in pain and beginning to melt right off the muscle and bone beneath it, revealing a large gap of unsightly teeth. The odd discoloration of his skin and rich smell of acidic vinegary fumes hinted that he was doing something to prevent his body from completely decaying. Still, it did nothing for his dreary droopish demeanor.
It was almost as if the wooden chair Gorduelle chose in cried in agony as he sat down. Even with the slightest adjustment, the chair responded in nature with a crack or creak of it’s own. However, it didn’t take long for Gorduelle to get situated and when he did he couldn’t help but notice a familiar face from his last potions class, Zoragarri Heroi. Gorduelle distinctively remembered having to stare at the Potions teacher between those two frizzled ears of hers. Considering they were the only two students in the class, perhaps a greeting was in order.
One of Gorduelle’s eyes was foggy, wide and bulged out from his skull, it rarely ever moved. The other squinted but looked as if were in fine working condition. That was the eye that flickered over in Zoragarri Heroi’s direction. Gorduelle’s mouth winced a couple of times before his shoulders twisted and his body sloshed over in Zoragarri’s direction as well.
Gorduelle’s chest expanded as he took a deep breath and a low grumble rumbled in chest. His voice bellowed from his chest and leaked from his mouth followed by the sound of Saliva rattling through his teeth, “Gooooodd…Day,” Gorduelle belched. One couldn’t help but notice the melted looking part of his mouth stretch like a piece of bubblegum as he spoke while the other remained clamped down by three copper piercings meant to act as a seam to keep the side of his face sown shut.

Looking over and up at the hulking mass of preserved zombie next to her, the fluffy werewolf pup brushes a few droplets of Gorduelle's spit from her right cheek. Forcing an awkward smile and trying to hold back her fear, she stutters out a timid "G.. good day t.. to you too , Gor... Gorduelle! I s.. see you've fixed yourself up a g.. good bit! What brings you t.. to this class?" In her nervous little speech, she fails to notice her paw reverting to its normal form and losing grip of her pen... Making a mental note to practice control of her ability, she fumbles about and catches her pen between both of her pawed hands. "T.. tada!!!"

Gorduelle’s squinty eye whizzed about, like a fly in jar, following the fumbling pen Zoragarri was trying to get a hold onto. Nervous, she was nervous and Gorduelle picked it up right away. Which would normally make Gorduelle a bit uncomfortable himself if he hadn’t already fallen for her previous charming remark. Gorduelle himself was proud of the potions he created in the last class. The fact that someone took notice of there effects gave a warm squiggly feeling of satisfaction. The stitched side of his face winced gradually into an eerie smile. “Knowwleedge,” Gorduelle grunted in reply to Zoragarri’s question. An obvious answer but Gorduelle wasn’t the type to go into much detail.

Gorduelle sloshed back around in his desk to face the teacher. It seems all he sought was a quick introduction. Overall, he was rather pleased with the results.

Looking forwards to the teacher, Zoragarri attempts to try and concentrate on shifting her paws back. She had almost forgotten about Gorduelle from last year... from the rot to his hulking frame... but she did not wish to discriminate. After all, she managed to endure talking to some of the spider-folk on campus despite her fear of arachnids.
"I.. I'm a knight... clad in shining armor..." Zoragarri whispers to herself to focus and tame her fears. "Armor of the strongest grade... no evil shall harm me in this place..."

Gorduelle’s melancholy gaze persisted to probe the instructor “Helmy” as he explained the first assignment. Based off what Gorduelle gathered they would actually be venturing into the Badder Greenhouse seeking out a herb called red-throated dragon’s blood, a black plant with a red underside. Gorduelle’s jaw dropped when the professor mentioned this particular plant was used in transformation related potions. His mind was already thumbing through the possibilities.

Gorduelle jaws immediately clamped back together when the teacher mentioned the possible dangers of entering the Badder Greenhouse. This particular assignment would probably be best pursued with a partner and the only person he could think of at the immediate moment was one right next to him. When the teacher finished giving his speech Gorduelle lurked out of his chair and turned his attention to Zoragarri and took a deep wispy breath before speaking, “Shaall we . . . work toooogether?”

Zoragarri looked rather pale after the mention of the Badder garden, the girl shivering in her seat. "Y.. yes, please... Gorduelle. I really don't plan to get mauled by a plant. S.. so we just retrieve bits from the scary plant and run out to safety?"

Gorduelle’s droopy gaze settled on Zoragarri for a moment, taking note of her fear. Gorduelle stood as if frozen for a moment as a low “hmmmm?” rumbled in his chest. “I will lead…” Gorduelle grunted, trudging forth forgetting to grab his mask on his way toward to Badder Garden entrance.

The garden appeared as if only illuminated by the faint wisps and that hovered about and plants that emitted an eerie glow. It seemed like more a forest than a Garden in truth. Twisted trees encircled parts of the garden like coiled vipers ready to strike. Some plants twitched while others snaked along the trees and between other plants. Gorduelle’s foggy eye winced, as his head creaked from left to right. Gorduelle knew there was only two ways they would find the plant; by sight or by one of them realizing the other was beginning to hallucinate. “Gorduelle had poor eyesight as it was so for him option 2 was honestly the only option.”

The real challenge for Gorduelle was how he was going to explain his plan? It was clear in his head but communicating it was another thing. “Youuu watcchh and I’ll wil halluu…. Cinnn…. Ate!” he said, air and saliva snapping between his teeth as his tongue clapped against the back of his teeth to pronounce the “T” at the end of his statement, “Or… do you have better?” Gorduelle added as he slurped a trail of drool.

Zoragarri follows along, putting the gas mask on first chance she gets as well as also grabbing a spare filter. "I... I think I'll just follow you. My roommate showed me a horror movie and I don't think splitting up w... would be the smartest thing to do." The pup admires the sights but also seems to be nervously looking around for threats. "I've never been in here. What do you say I avoid...?"

Horror movie? Gorduelle was surprised Zoragarri wasn’t more interested in exploring the scents and wonders of the Garden, didn’t canines enjoy this sort of thing. Gorduelle’s face crinkled in accordance with his thoughts as he reached out to peel back an assortment of vines that marred the entrance to the path before them.

As Gorduelle lurked into the opening his nostrils began to burn and he huffed and swatted at the invisible fumes in front of his face. “Thaaat muustt…,” Gorduelle grumbled as he turned to look at Zoragarri never completing his sentence. His nostrils flinched a number of times as his gazed settled on Zoragarri. His squinted eye broadening open as the veins in the yellow of his eyes thickened and drool began slithering down the corners of his mouth.

Zoragarri notices Gorduelle's surprise from his grotesque shifting face, seeming to pick up on what he was thinking. "I.. I'd love to smell the flowers, but I hear that this place is very dangerous. This perspiration fogging everything up is disappointing as well, but I'll endure for my own safety." She stops her miniature lecture on her worry of personal safety at the sight of Gorduelle staring at her and drooling, a slight whimper escaping her as she stares back. "Are... are you alright...?"

Gorduelle’s vision shifted as the veins in his eyes wiggled like tiny worms closer and closer to his pupils, Gorduelle was Hallucinating. Suddenly he was in a Graveyard and Zoragarri was an angry cloaked individual wielding a torch. Gorduelle gazed back and behind him were his Zombie brethren. This person must have come to see them burn and Gorduelle could not allow that.

In truth behind Gorduelle rested the very flowers him and Zoragarri were searching for. However in order to get them Zoragarri would have to get pass Gorduelle first.

Gorduelle’s shoulders sloppily twisted as his right arm flexed up before being swung back across in attempt to sway Zoragarri away.

Zoragarri falls back and begins to try and scramble to her feet, tears of fear finding their way down her cheeks. As this was life or death to her... like the tournament incident... the poor girl's paws morphed into wicked claws and she bared her sharp fangs like a rabid animal. Of course, the gas mask would keep any biting from actually making contact. The desperate Zoragarri scrambles to her feet, now hunched forwards on all fours like some crazed beast as she prepares to lash out at the hulking zombie in front of her.

The lack of balance Gorduelle possessed caused his body to twist in a grotesque manner, stumble them fumble into a thud! Leaves and debris clouded the already dimly lit vicinity as the pigments of light the a fluttered about scattered shrouding the area in immediate darkness leaving only the red throated dragon flower in the distance visible.

Despite her immediate fear, the crazed pup just stands there and listens for immediate threats. If Gorduelle were to attack her, her claws were ready. Aside from just standing there, she barks and growls loudly like an angry dog on a leash.

Blackness devoured Gorduelle's senses. The sound of the vines dragging Gorduelle’s body through the underbrush was all that rattled in the air, undoubtedly Zoragarri's moment of silence would have picked this up. Suddenly Gorduelle's hallucination shifted from the graveyard to rushing river. Suddenly he felt weightless as if being pulled by the current surrounded by thousands of tiny silver fish, unable to speak, fortunately he didn't need to breathe.

The Red Throated Dragon’s Flower still stood before Zoragarri. Small red tinted sacs along the flowers stem puffed out and deflated releasing the hallucinogenic fumes the professor warned them about. Illuminated by the wayward floating lights that hovered curiously at a distance from the crazed wolf-girl as if hoping the fumes emitted from the flower would protect them from Zoragarri's mania.
It seems Zoragarri was faced with some decisions that her constant barking would not solve.

From what little sane thought Zoragarri still had, she remembered that she needed some of the plant for... something. She approaches it and quickly rips a few pieces off with her claws before beginning to run for the exit. She could feel her body growing weaker and weaker from the transformation of her arms, her breath becoming heavy and rapid as she desperately stumbles her way towards the exit.

Due to Gorduelle's change in mood and attempts to kill her, due to a hallucination... of course, Zoragarri's now limited mental capacity had pretty much restricted her thoughts to self-preservation and of fear.

Zombies don't exactly sleep, but the Hallucinogenic properties of the plant left Gorduelle in a daze. Professor Helmy would probably end up returning to the Garden, after the Zoragarri returned with the fruits of their labor, only to find Gorduelle sitting in a stupor amongst the underbrush of the garden… Entangled like cat in a ball of yarn after having too much catnip.

It was either that, or the plants would eventually stop seeing Gorduelle as a threat and he would wake up and trudge his way out of the garden a while later.

PTS 203: Blame it on the Red Dragon's Throat
Summary: Cute and grotesque become allies to search for a plant in the Badder Greenhouse; things rapidly go downhill from there.

Word Count
Total: 2119
Me: 619 (Goodness, I didn't contribute much ;_; )
Panthersoul: 1500


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