Hey everyone WW1 here. I'm here to write about random crap that me and my friends experience every day.

My Fanfiction Profile: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/3385738/WolfWarrior1

My Deviantart: http://eenefan1.deviantart.com/

Well let me tell you guys a bit about myself, uhhh i enjoy zombies, werewolves, vampires, heavy metalya know bands like Metallica, Poison, Motley Crue, Def Leppard, Blue Oyster Cult, Rob Zombie, Alice Cooper, Marilyn Manson (Hell yeah b*ches), Motorhead, Disturbed, Gorillaz (Not metal but still pretty cool) and Dethklok. My heroes are Steve Clark, Cliff Burton and Dimebag Darrel. I own a Gibson Explorer, a Fender Telecaster and i am a lead guitarist.

I like headbanging, pranking, admiring the cheerleaders while they beat the living the shit out of me (cheerleaders can kick ass if you piss them off, trust me i have scars to prove it). I also enjoy motorcycles and taunting the football cause they can't beat me up cause i'm a girl. I can be a perv but i'm only like that to my friends and hot girls that are b*ches.

Anyways, i'm mostly a humor writer but every now and again i'll throw in a different genre.

Name: Zachery 'Zak' Carlyle

Age: 23

Spieces: Half-wolf, half-human (NOT A WEREWOLF IT'S SCIENTIFIC NOT MYTHICAL) (Sometimes full human)

Fur: Jet black, scruffy, unkempt, yet somewhat tamed covering body, Human: Short messy black hair, with pale skin

Eyes: Icy blue

Skills: Can pick locks with ease, has incredible speed and stamina, has strong sense of smell and hearing

Clothing: Zak wears a pair of beige cargo pants, a short sleeve black button up with a single vertical red stripe.

Personality: Zak is a negative asshole ("HEY!") He usually has nothing but bad comments or sarcasm. He is pyromaniac and ejoys chaos and destruction though he would never turn on his friends. When Zak was human he lived in a broken home in which he had an abusive drug-addicted father, a mother who just didn't care and a deceased older brother Iraq vet. Zak in a nutshell conceals his true feeling with anger.

Name: Johnathon 'JJ' O'Henry

Age: 23

Spieces: Half-lion, half-human (AGAIN SCIENTIFIC NOT MYTHICAL) (Sometimes full human)

Fur: Has dirty yellowish fur covering his body and an orangish mane, Human: Messy ginger hair that reaches the middle of his neck, and tannish skin, with freckles

Eyes: Shiny Emerald/Jade Green

Skills: Can dig under 2 stories underground without taking a break, has incredible strength and endurance, can rip apart steel with his teeth

Clothes: Wears a baggy pair of jean shorts, an orange short sleeve shirt, and a watch on his furry arm

Personality: Jonny is not the brightest and is happy go lucky. He is mentally retared but has his bursts of smarts at times but other than that hasn't a care in the world. When he was human he was taunted and beaten down by other kids who didn't like him becuase of his mental issues. In a nutshell Jonny is a happy idiot.

Name: Jason 'Jay' Douglass

Age: 24

Speices: Half-Panther, Half-Human (AGAIN NOT MYTHICAL) (Sometimes full human)

Fur: has sleek shiny black fur cover body, Human: slick back short black hair, with olive skin

Eyes: Gold

Skills: Has most common sense of group, is very smart, is very good fighter, and is very good with stealth

Clothes: Wears a dark gray polo, and dark blue jeans, and sometimes is seen wearing a black collar.

Personality: Jay is a reasonable and sensible person, he is very smart and out of his friends has the most common sense. As a child Jay was quiet, not having very many friends, and spent most of his days in his room, reading. In a nutshell Jay is a friendly nerd.

Name: Shady

Age: 22

Speices: Human

Traits: Shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, pale skin

Eyes: Blue

Skills: Well he doesn't exactly have any skills

Clothes: He usually wears a t-shirt (band shirts mostly), and jeans, and a pair of black sneakers.

Personality: For reason unknown, Shady became Mentally Unstable, and became a psychopath at age 15. He now smokes marijuna to calm him down, making his free-spirited, uncaring, and calm. When he's off his pot, he is emotionless, easily angered, and well still uncaring, but more in a an annoying way.