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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2013 19:51:41 GMT -5
Orfeo"The Cursed Warrior"Age: 36 Gender: Male Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Dark Brown/Cavernous Yellow Mate: Decoii Relationship With: Gail Daughter: Victoria
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Fur color: Black
Eye color: Cavernous yellow
Physical Description: Built huge just like in his human form, he stands much taller than normal. The scars are more prominent, some fur missing because if them. His large paws have sharp claws. His fur is rougher, and the raven black color that it has all around gives him a more intimidating look. His eyes always have a crazy and wild look to them.
Attitude: If Orfeo is any danger as a human, he certainly is much more so as a wolf. He is not jovial at all, and dares to attack anyone who even slightly aggravates him.
Human: Physical Description: Standing at six feet two inches, Orfeo is built like a tank, a fact that is set upon even more by the fact that he is broad shouldered. He is also well toned and chiseled. He constantly keeps a 5 o' clock shadow as his facial hair for reasons unknown even to him. At all times he stands up straight, never slouching his back. His black hair is always brushed backwards and kept short. Due mostly by his origins, his skin color is that of a lighter brown color. Two scars run down the his back, one down his right arm, another two across his chest, one across his left shoulder up to the base of the neck, and a smaller set of three scratch marks go from the middle of his forehead down to the right side of his nose. He has a tattoo of a rifle at the back of his neck, and a Mexican Tribal tattoo on his right arm, always hidden by a shirt. Attitude: If there is one thing that he does not care about, is making an impression on somebody. He cares mostly for himself and himself only. Orfeo is insane, to put the least of it into words, and tends to be seen talking to himself at moments. This however hides the tactical brilliance that he can have when it is needed. A constant blood lust drives him over the edge, but he manages to hold his urge around the pack. Killing is in fact one of his major hobbies. This has led to his unmistakable love for guns, and the massive collection that he stores in his home. He much prefers to be alone and away from people most of the time, and feels as if he works best that way. The fact that his home is outside of pack territory has led to numerous encounters with Rouges, which in turn created a trust between them that is not know of by anyone other than himself. In fact, he tends to feel more at ease with Rouges than with pack members, for he feels that they share a common taste for blood. He hates to talk about his past, especially when it came to the more recent events, which led him to no longer believe in mates as well. Though his drive to kill and his mostly rude manners tend to throw people off, he is more calm once a person gets to know him. The only real reason why Orfeo is in the pack is because of the benefits that are provided, though he constantly thinks if leaving to go back to his normal life. He as we'll does not give to shits about Alphas and their Betas, or anyone who uses a title to reign dominance over him. He's killed his fair share of Alphas and knows very well that they are just another person that can bleed. And to him, if it bleeds it can be killed. History: One early Sunday morning, Orfeo woke up in a hospital bed. Surrounding him were strangers who had given up on him ever opening his eyes again. His body was covered in scars that he did not recognize. He could not remember anything before those first few seconds of confusion as he was told that he'd been in a come for four entire years of his life. Orfeo's life is one that never really had been his to own. His own name was one given because he couldn't recall what his real name was, and every day he lived knowing there was a whole twenty-five years of his life that suddenly ceased to exist in his mind. Weak and confused, what little purity had been left in his heart was corrupted by people who aimed to turn him into a tool of theirs. He was retaught on how to shift and was made to believe at first that it was essential for a shifter to feast on human flesh; even long after he rid himself of that ridiculous notion, Orfeo never managed to shake the now second-nature instinct. He was forced to kill until it was no longer something he'd blink an eye at, until nothing was out of the question for him. Long years after first waking up and becoming independent from those who aimed to manipulate him, Orfeo has given up on searching for a past that was no longer his and in return does his best with the one he now has. Nobody, not even Orfeo himself, knows just exactly who he is. Often times, Orfeo feels as if he is a mind in a body that is no longer his own.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2014 16:48:58 GMT -5
Vaas de Almeida Cardinál "Solitude's Follower" Rouge
Age: 28
Physical Description: Vaas stands tall at six feet and four inches, which is honestly not much of a surprise when it is considered that he his a shifter. However it is an anomaly with the fact that he is a feline shifter, who don't always tend to be a tell as that. His body is muscular although he isn't built up like a tank, rather he is lean and well toned, fit as well, with barely any body fat to account for. His skin is that of a person which has seen bloody fights, justified by the numerous scars that line his body, amongst the most prominent of them being the continuous scar that runs from the top right side of his head, over his ear and down to the inner edge of his eye, the very tip of it stopping just before the bridge of his nose. Then there is a second continuous scare that runs down the spine from having previously been gored with a knife. Many smaller scars line his abdomen, shoulders, back, arms, and legs. There is as well one scar at the center of his chest from when he was previously lethally stabbed in the heart. One of the few things that make him stand out quite a bit from the rest is the blood red eye color he constantly has with him, which attains the attention of people he'd rather not want to deal with. His raven black hair as well as light brown skin color pair perfectly with the fact that he himself is a pure Spaniard with little to no descendency from other ethnic groups in his near ancestry.
Attitude: Vaas would rather put himself in the category of a self-driven social outcast, which is honestly the best suitable description of his attitude and behavior when with others. He's a silent listener and watcher in the rare moments that he is with someone else, which tends to get people angry at him for in conversations the most he would say is but a couple of words made up of few letters. He rarely speaks a full sentence to anyone than himself. His amount of care for most of the things that are happening around him are zero to none and most if not all the actions that he does are solely for the benefit of himself and nobody else. Vaas is quickly irritated when around other people and is found mostly by his lonesome. He is also an incredibly lazy person during the daytime, where he is found other sleeping on the ground, high up in the trees, or sitting by himself to stare at a particular vista as he twirls throwing knives skillfully around his fingers. This however changes during the night, which is when he is most active. Most of his hunts, his practices, and basically his day-to-day life happens during the night. His quiet nature and lonesome behavior mustn't however be used as a form of underestimation against him, for Vaas is an incredibly cunning, calculation, and thoughtful thinker in his mind. He quickly is able to adapt to most if not all situations and excels at quick thinking decisions. Under pressure he is a tough shell to crack and he knows this. He just chooses not to show it. When he focuses on something, or when something has caught his attention, it becomes a miniature obsession that lasts from a few minutes to a couple of hours and even days or weeks, though again, he doesn't verbally or physically voice these obsessions when in the presence of others. His calm, quiet, and perhaps even boring personality around others not only comes from the fact that he can't stand people, but is also in due because of the fact that he is a Spanish speaker and constantly struggles greatly to speak the English language, although he is able to understand a good amount when someone else speaks it to him. Vaas is as well an undeniable racist against other shifters that aren't feline and he isn't ashamed to show it when it actually appears. This racism is mostly always concentrated towards canine shifters such as, but not limited to, dogs and wolves; however his racism can and does spread towards other species of shifters as well who aren't feline.
Skills and Talents: Vaas is quick on his feet, his powerful enough that he can run at a good speed for long periods of time. He is conditioned state allows him to keep up such strenuous activities without easily tiring. As well as having power on his legs, he is also agile. Vaas is capable of making relatively sharp turns quickly even when going at speed, he can easily climb up most trees and is able to jump nearly impossibly heights with his own two feet. Along with agility Vaas has three unique skills about him. The first is his quick, agile, and nimble fingers. The second is his perfect and keen eyesight. The third is his ability to strategize within seconds and be able to think ahead of the situation, coming up with different outcomes to the actions that he is currently doing as well as to predict how the world around him affects his actions. All of these coupled make him an excellent marksman which contrasts perfectly with his perfect use of the bow and arrow, the throwing knife, as well as the more modernized rifle weapons, the three aforementioned weapons being his first choice in a battle as well as an eight inch combat blade. However, where he excels in ranged combat he lacks in close quarters, hand-to-hand battle. He is good, but not as good as most tend to get. Vaas however managed to keep his distance from his enemies by combining all of the skills he has, making him a deadly and most of the time a silent fighter.
Shift: Vaas is a feline shifter, his actual species of feline being the African Golden Cat, a species of shifter that has stared the face of extinction multiple times due to hunters targeting them for their aggressive and dangerous nature. His shift is not the biggest for a feline shifter, especially of his own species as well as one of their closest cousins, the Caracal, but when standing up he is about as tall as a big dog. Extremely sharp and long teeth line his mouth, which alongside the sharp and long claws, are capable of tearing through clothing, skin, and muscle with ease while shattering bone as if it were nothing but clay. When shifted Vaas has the exact same personality as when he is in his human form, lazy and indifferent to others, however the level of aggression against others is heightened to levels where simply approaching the cat can lead to him lethally attacking said person. His coat has an almost golden glow to it when under sunlight, the color itself being brown with a mix of orange with the orange being the dominant color. At night, however, his fur seems to a dark shade of brown or grey which helps him blend in nicely to the shadows. The fur isn't too short or too long and is sleek to the touch. His red eyes seem to become brighter as well when shifted into his golden cat.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2014 14:19:52 GMT -5
Willem Hearthfire (Alias: Nathan Russo) "The Tormented Runaway" Drifter Dead
Age: 26
Personality: Willem is the kind of person that always had a laid back attitude to things. He never really liked to get serious on anything... well that is unless said thing ends up benefiting him positively. With that kind of motivation he was all over what would cause such benefits to occur. Other than that? He's laid back, relaxed, nonchalant on things. It can't mean that he isn't a serious person when the need arises. It only means that such serious moments come mostly to his own benefit, like saving his own hide, which has caused much hatred from people to him. Willem has been known to abandon his companions and leave them for death if it meant his own life was saved. Where others see it as being cowardly he sees it as being smart. This is also why he never really settles down in any one place, rather preferring to stay in constant move around the country he may currently be residing at, staying only in one particular area for as long as two to three months, doing odd jobs to gain a little money while living in a motel, before moving off again to wherever the road may lead him. He never really bothers to settle with a serious relationship as he sees this as something that will slow him down, though he isn't afraid to flirt with the occasional girl at the bar, which turns out to be easy considering his looks and charming demeanor.
For Willem trouble always seems to have a knack for finding him, especially when it comes to the packs close to where he resides, not to mention the rouges and the hunters that always seem to keep on his heels. No, he's not a pack member. Neither is he rouge. He likes to stay neutral but know that it can lead to trouble from all sides that may become just a little too overwhelming at times. For someone who gets in trouble at such a regular basis he is surprisingly free from scars or injuries all throughout his body, which is attributed to his cunning ways and silver tongue, which has gotten him out of more trouble than he could have handled through mere fighting. If there's one thing that Willem is as well is cocky. He knows that he can get away with fooling almost anyone with the combination of his charming looks, a well spoken vocabulary, and a personality that with enough effort can gain the liking of anyone who really doesn't know who he actually is or how he can be. While he may seem like the kind of person that is constantly keeping a cool head on the outside, in the inside he can be extremely paranoid. He double checks constantly to make sure that the doors and windows are locked, he always ends up glancing behind his back to see if anyone is following him, and always carries a small knife inside his pocket in case his words are unable to get him out of trouble. The last thing that Willem wants is to die, and so he will go to great lengths in order to assure that his hide is there to see another day, even if it means betraying those he may hold close. He's willing to do this in a seemingly emotionless manner, and he has yet to figure out himself if this is a good thing or a horrible mistake.
Appearance: Willem stands at six feet on the dot and always keeps a straight posture, both when standing and when sitting. His face is clean from any injuries and sports blue/green eyes that always seem to have a deep and intensive stare: not cold yet not warm either. His dirty blond hair is always combed neatly and elegantly, which only adds to the charming features that he sports. His physique and build isn't too muscular but he isn't fat either. He's toned and he's content with that. Willem has thin lips that always seem to be pursed a little tightly, as if he was ready to scream at someone.
Skills/Attributes: Willem has a silver tongue, there is no way around that fact. It's what's saved his life countless times. In extreme situations he's able to keep a cool head and slowly attempt to persuade his aggressors to cease whatever conflict there may be happening. He's good with words and manages to get his voice to match the situation enough that attention is drawn upon him. Willlem is also cunning and is nearly always sure to find a way to get out of whatever predicament he may find himself, one way or another, especially if it's life and death. However, where his cunning and words may fail, Willem is able to make up for in his fighting skills. Though they aren't the best it's enough to get him out of some situations with enough focus and effort. Willem especially enjoys using firearms and balded weapons, but can handle himself in unarmed hand-to-hand combat if it ever comes down to it, though he knows that he isn't the best and is most likely bound to lose. Using his shift for attacking is something that he goes against, and rather leaves it for fast and hasty retreats where speed and agility are of the essence.
Shift: His shift is an arctic wolf, though was differentiates him is that rather than having the typical white pelt, his is the same color as that of his hair. His eye color also seems to be brighter, with the blue appearing more vividly with the green intersecting the blue at certain points.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2014 15:46:03 GMT -5
Reaver"Honorable Intentions" Age: 22 Left Eye Color: Dark BrownRight Eye Color: Emerald GreenHeight: Six FeetMother: Victoria | Father: Troy(New Dawn Affiliation) Status: Life-Pact with Ren
Physical Description: Reaver's afflicted with the condition called Heterochromia, resulting in his milticolored eyes. His right eye is an emerald green that almost seems as if it shined on its own, whereas his left eye is a striking dark brown. His hair is almost always long enough for it to just cover the very top of his ears, but most of the time he keeps it combed somewhat. It's a deep dark brown which closely resembles black, and honestly, one is very easy to mistake for another if Reaver doesn't flat out correct them. He only has a few scars on his body gathered from his recent work. Three gunshot wounds: one on his lower back, the second higher up toward his right shoulder, and the third resting quite visibly on his right forearm. Reaver also has a more recent jagged looking scar by his left shoulder caused by a knife during an attempt on his life. Other than that, the only other physical attribute that Reaver has is a tattoo of Roman numerals on his wrist, a symbol he keeps close and dear to himself as a reminder of his childhood best friend, Katie, since it represents the date in which they first met. Most of the time he keeps his face clean, but if not, then he lets a light stubble grow. Due to his partial vampirism, Reaver's fangs are just slightly more elongated than those of a human or a shifter and are as sharp to the touch as they are in look. He's tall and lean despite his usually terrible eating habits.
Childhood Personality: Reaver quickly became a naturally curious and inquisitive child as he grew old enough to look about himself and question the things around him. He's always one to crawl and go into places told not to go to, ask why something is happening. He doesn't really learn that something could be dangerous until he is actually harmed by it, being the kind of person that understand more with physical contact and actions rather than words and expressions.
Although as a child Reaver doesn't really understand the meanings of poverty or the difference between someone who is privileged and someone who isn't, he does have a strong care for his mother as she is the one parental figure he had during his earlier years. Thus he is usually by her side and as a child is rather untrusting of strangers until he sees that his mother trusts the person. This tendency to be unable to trust people too well leads to him having few people to interact with other than his mother, for which he is perfectly content by.
Reaver is also a quick learner, and tends to remember how to do things simply by having seen someone else do it once or twice. He has basic survival skills that most children lack during those ages.
However, for as inquisitive as he may be, Reaver is also a rather naïve child over certain topics and events that occur around him. He can't understand why his mother struggles, why he gets scolded when he doesn't listen, nor why he lives far away from anyone else. His bond with his mother, however, keeps him from questioning on such matters for the time being. He is, though, a mature enough kid for his age.
Reaver's genetic lineage has also led to psychological conditions that greatly change his personality from time to time, with them seemingly occurring at completely random moments.Where he may at one moment be petting a tiny rabbit, the next he will be trying to rip its head off, with all of it seeming like the most normal thing in the world to him, leading to confusion as to why people may get upset over what he had done. The genetic lineage he shares has also altered his shifting matrix. For him, rather than completely shifting his entire body with that of a wolf, Reaver can only shift certain body parts as he sees fit. Nails can shift into claws, teeth to shark canines, hands to paws, ears to wolf ears, the sort of thing. Shifting too many at the same time, however, brings too much pain to him.
Teen and Adult Personality: As an adult, Reaver has retained many of the traits he had as a child. His inquisitive nature still remains as well as his natural curiosity to things, which has only grown as he has from trivial things such as what was inside the cave to things such as what makes a person tick, how things react to stimulus, and the sort of thing. A stronger sense for justice grows in him as well as he matures and sees the unfairness in the world around him.
Reaver's ideals are also sometimes different from others. Whereas most shifters see themselves above human, Reaver sees both humans and shifters as one and the same, which plays an impact on him joining an investigation task force in the future of his life. He can't stand the sight or the idea of a shifter being unjustly bribed out of a jail cell or tried in a court which is not ruled by humans if the crime was committed against a human.
Although Reaver could handle himself well in a fistfight and with certain close range weapons, he'd rather prefer to stay out of a fight and try to solve things with reasoning. However, the bond that he shares with his mother has only grown as he has gotten older. If anyone tries to harm or wrong her, Reaver would almost always be the first to know and would be the first to step up to defend her, even willing to throw away ideals and morals if it means that his mother will be safe.
His mother is his life. Most, if not almost all of the things he does are for her. There is nothing she may ask for him to do that would bother him. The untrusting nature he had as a child would by his later adult ages be almost gone, although he never throws caution to the wind and is always weary of both people he has just met as well as people he has known in the past.
The psychological conditions he suffered from as a child only get slightly worse as the years drag on. The outburts for him become slightly more frequent and although by now he can get a better feel of when one is going to happen, he has a hard time trying to stop it. His losses of control are mostly quick, at most lasting a few minutes at a time, however the damage he can cause during those times are tremendous, and when they are over, something at the back of his head keeps telling him that it was all normal and that it is nothing he should be worried.
Due to the circumstances under which he was born, Reaver was never given a last name and upon reaching his age of maturity, and having met his father and gotten to know him, Reaver a given the option of either taking his mother's last name or his father's last name. Due to both a feeling of having to adopt his father's last name, despite the matter by which he came to be, and the bond he shares with his mother, Reaver also becomes distraught during his mature years because of an identity crisis he ends up going through. In the end, Reaver ended up not adopting either one of the last names, feeling as if he would better honour the memory of both sides of his family if he didn't show any sort of special affiliation to either one. On a more minor reason, Reaver also seeked to distance himself from the negative connotations that came at the mention of either Colbert or Lugo.
Because of the way which Reaver has grown up to be, he is one that would be willing to sacrifice his personal belongings and even his own safety if it means that it would better the lives of those around him. One part a strong moral compass and another part a blind sense of justice, Reaver's determination to see things through to the end when they are the right thing to do have gotten him in trouble more times than he can count.
History: Unlike the many people he has come to know and meet throughout his life, Reaver is one who refuses to act on violence and thus has only ever killed a man once in his life, during his younger years while held captive and starved. That isn't to say that he hasn't been the indirect cause of the death of dozens of people by the time he spent a while working as a private investigator. These cases, however, are ones which Reaver denies and refuses to think about, lying to himself that he had nothing to do with that, or that there was nothing he could have done to save them.
When younger, Reaver was taken captive during a weekend hike and starved and worked to near death. His escape came late, almost weeks after he had been taken, and the experience had left a toll on him. By the time he was found and brought back to the pack lands he was bound to a wheelchair and was unable to eat solid food for a good month. Despite having regained function to his legs and actually being quite agile and flexible, he still finds himself in need of the use of a walking cane from time to time. Mostly, though, he carries it around and uses it as a force of habit, or takes it with him for whenever he starts to experience intense pain in his leg.
Besides his mother Victoria, there are few other people that Reaver holds dear to himself. Very few, hardly any. Even within his family he hasn't been able to perform any kind of meaningful connection with anyone, and Reaver is partly to blame for this reason, as he distanced himself from the pack when he grew up, finding himself slightly disgusted at some of the shadier activities that the pack and its members partook in. His childhood friend, Kaitlyn, is one of the few that managed to have a strong impact on his life. Funnily enough, due to her, he finds himself disappointed by any other friendship that he has tried to make, as none have really stood up to the one that the two shared. For this reason Reaver has stopped trying to form deeper bonds with people, for the time being at least. A tattoo on his wrist showcasing the date when they first met is the one thing alongside vibrant memories that he has of her.
Most recently, Reaver ended up forming a life pact with a Succubus named Ren, not out of choice but out of necessity. Seeking to put a stop to her spree of killings but finding himself too weak to face her up, the two struck an accord, and are now joined together by the binding word of blood itself. Not that he enjoys it, but in fact despises the creature and sometimes even wishes he had not done that deal.
Out of his most shocking of experiences has been the understanding of the nature of his being. Reaver, as he matured, came to the realization that not only was he a part werewolf, but vampire as well. In the same way that Reaver is unable to fully shift int a wolf, he is also not fully afflicted by all of the symptoms that come with vampirism. The one thing is that his nature has become much more unlike himself: aggressive, violent, and generally rotten. His desire for a taste of blood has grown too, much to his dismay. Reaver has given up on trying to seek a cure to the vampirism, for any option he had left was one that would have resulted in his death. Now he is simply trying to learn how to live with it, seeking roundabout remedies that would help him keep cravings at bay. Though he no longer feels as much shame in what he has become, Reaver still feels the need to hide away the truth about himself as much as possible. To this day, that very endeavor has been successful.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2015 21:11:07 GMT -5
Jailean Everglades "The Secret Keeper" Telekinetic Human No Affiliation
Unique Ability: Jailean has telekinetic abilities, capable of levitating small objects up to a maximum weight of 25 pounds or so. Though she's lived her entire life with them, she hasn't fully developed control over them and it tends to explode violently when in situations demanding extreme levels of emotional response or high levels of distress. The girl attempts to do her best at keeping her power a secret and isn't likely to tell even the closest of people she has to her.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2015 21:05:48 GMT -5
Jon William Orion II Species: HumanAffiliation: Ex-HunterOccupation: Researcher; TrackerAge: 33Physical: Six feet one inch in height. Seventy-four kilograms in weight. Dark brown eye color. Black hair. Shoulder length slightly curly hair always kept loose. Unscarred and with only one tattoo of a dying wolf splayed out across hisback to signify his past affiliation to a group of shifter and mythical hunters.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2015 0:28:54 GMT -5
Aldo William OrionSpecies: HumanAffiliation: NoneOccupation: Abso-Fucking-Lutely NothingAge: 30Physical: Six feet three inches in height. Seventy kilograms in weight. Dark brown eye color and brown hair. Unscarred and without any tattoos to color his skin, and with a paler complexion than that of his brother. Thin but not too bony and with slightly longer than average limbs. Slightly curly hair at times that is always kept just below his jaw line.
Personality/Attitude: Laid back is the best way one can describe Aldo. He lives his life day-to-day and isn't one to be looking back into the past nor making too many plans for the distant future. Where life takes him he goes, and while for many this tends to be a life of trouble, Aldo has always managed to avoid conflict if it was not necessary. He isn't a fighter and he knows it, but he also knows that he isn't one that will sit idly by whilst injustice is done. Although talking his way out of a sticky situation isn't his forte, it is his go to option. For the most part, Aldo keeps to himself but he is not afraid to meet and talk with strangers, believing that it's important to have friends in all places. He really does not see, or refuses to see, the bad in people. Even when somebody has wronged him, Aldo always tries to find the good in people, truly believing that everyone has good in them. This optimistic view on life has been cause to him being blinded to the realities of of truth, but then again, if Aldo doesn't like what he sees, then he tends to ignore it. He doesn't actively seek conflict. He also believes that if he is powerless to stop something from happening, then why should he worry about it? Aldo has never looked down on others and is always willing to help. He, however, is one who carries heavy burdens upon himself, even if they are not his to be shouldering. Guilt, no matter how small, never leaves him. If he had ever done wrong to someone, he forces himself to never forget, and throughout the years he has found smoking to be one of the better ways to relieve the stress. Although, now it has become more of a recreational pastime for him, from time to time it helps him with the troubles that only he knows about.
For Aldo, family is everything. Aldo never knew his biological parents, having being adopted into the Orion family from the very early age of three, however the kindness they showed to him, treating him as if he their own biological son, he never forgot. His brother is the single most important person in Aldo's life at the moment, especially the deaths of their parents. There is nobody he admires and respects more than his brother and that is genuinely reflected in the way in which he speaks of him.
Aldo, like many other humans, is completely unaware of the existence of hunters, shifters, and all other sorts of mythical creatures. This is largely due to the efforts of his brother, who himself is a highly respected hunter, who wishes to keep Aldo as far away from that dangerous life as possible. His lack of knowledge of the secret world around him is also due to his general disbelief in such matters.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2016 2:16:52 GMT -5
Heathen Taryn "Man Turned Wolf" Status: Feral
Physical Description: The best way to have describe Heathen before would've been to call him a somewhat tall and kind of lanky looking fellow who tended to trip upon his own two legs, partly to do because of his awkward nature. Not one to get into a conflict with others, Heathen's body is clean of any marks and scars that would have come up from confrontations with others. This, however, doesn't mean that he is devoid of them. Over the course of his life, Heathen had, miraculously, survived through numerous cases of cardiac arrest, each of which weakened him more than the last. Heart surgery that he underwent ended up leaving him with a permanent scar on his chest. Through more recent event as well, in an effort to save a wolf from a trap, Heathen ended up having metal spikes pushed in deep into the palms of both of his hands. His left hand healed thoroughly, but his right hand features discolored splotches and slight scarring, indication the points at which the metallic teeth cut into him in attempts to rescue someone else.
Heathen stands between six feet and six feet one. Each of his eyes is a soft shade of chocolate-like brown which almost matches that slightly darker color of his brown hair. Heathen tends to keep himself clean shaven and tidy, figuring he may as well look as best he could. His clothing choice of preference is as simple as hiso outlook on life, feeling no need to wear something flashy or exuberant. Heathen isn't the strongest man out there, and pre-shift, it showed. Post-shift, Heathen's physique changed slightly to represent the strength he had gained, taking on a more toned yet lean appearance.
Personality: From an early point in his life, Heathen knew that he did not want to be the confrontational kind of man. His mother died when he was born, and he was raised in a household where he was constantly mocked by his father for not shaping up to be the kind of man he wanted Heathen to be while at the same time getting harassed by his older brother for being the weaker younger brother. He quickly drew on the conclusion that these kinds of behaviors were those of the "bad guys", and it only aided in distancing him further from the family he did not want. Although he had his own set of goals and dreams, Heathen has the good, or terrible, habit of putting the welfare of others above his own, a behavior that he would often times take to the extreme, going as far as to push aside his own happiness in order to try to satisfy those around him. Although art quickly became his passion, he pushed it aside to pursue a career in economics, one he hated and ended up abandoning later in his life to pursue his own dream.
Heathen is a kind spirit to both humans and animals, and shares a profound love for nature and the outdoors. The willingness to help others is always there, and often times goes ahead and does what his heart tells him is right, even if his mind logically knows that what he is about to do may as well place him in a lot of danger. This leads to the point, where, due to his upbringing, Heathen was never really exposed to any kind of dangerous situation. Even now, on his own, he fails perceive danger until the moment when it is staring at him right in the face and becomes too late to back away from. Thoughts of revenge and the need to hurt someone never cross his mind, and the thought of him ever hurting anyone - be it for his own amusement or otherwise - appalls him. Heathen is also who isn't quick to judge, however if he has an opinion on someone or something, he will be honest about it without dancing around the subject. After so many lies having been told to him by a family that he no longer cares about, the only thing Heathen bothers to find is the truth in things.
Having lived pretty much the entirety of his life as a human oblivious to the reality of the world around him, Heathen never would've thought of having met someone who would eventually end up turning him, pulling him away from the brink of death after an unexpected and violent heart attack. Fallyn's turning of Heathen, however, did little to his personality. Through her help, Heathen slowly eased his way into the new lifestyle. Although at times things became too much for him to handle at once, he found her to be the anchor that kept him from madness.
Upon the unexpected separation, Heathen has found it incredibly difficult to control both his shifts and the animalistic and brutal urges that come along with them. He quickly found that this unrestrained version of himself was everything he hated and feared. Very quickly, Heathen found that he had become afraid of himself, unwilling to think about the things he had already done to others in this uncontrolled state of mind, pushing the thoughts away in a vain attempt to ignore the blood on his hands long enough for it to magically go away.
Feral: Heathen's final trace of humanity is now lost to the depths of whatever abyss resides within his mind, overtaken by natural instincts alone. Having gone feral, he is now unable to shift back into his human self and is thus permanently stuck with roaming the wilds on his own, unaware of his actions and the effect they have on those around him. Ori's distaste and distrust for anything that isn't himself has been a near overwhelming instinct, a second nature learned trait that was arguably the only reason why he managed to survive for so long on his own. Whatever crosses his path, be it man or beast, he attacks with an intent to kill, willing to go only as far as he can before he's putting his own life at risk.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 4:27:41 GMT -5
Talaren Vor Nyghalian Sotora "Ren" Demon Age: Unknown Status: Life-Pact with Reaver
Powers: Ren is capable of hovering off the ground by only a foot or so. She is capable of tearing open portals into other worlds or dimensions, which is how she travels from her home to other worlds. In her own world, Ren is incredibly powerful, and could potentially be considered a god. She has the capability of changing the landscape and creating life in a whim, a power that did not originally belong to her but which she took by force. She considers herself unkillable in her world, despite such claims being far from the truth. Anywhere she goes Ren is also capable of disappearing and reappearing from one point to the next when covering extremely small distances, effectively allowing her to never be seen by someone if she wishes it be so.
Power Disabilities: Ren is only capable of creating portals when not in combat, as she requires all of her focus in order to do so. Her true strength is only fully exerted in her home. Despite still being incredibly capable in other worlds, she is only stronger when in her pure form. In her disguised form, Ren is far weaker in terms of strength and vitality. Ren is also only capable of doing her disappearing and reappearing acts when in her pure form, not while disguised.
Physical Appearance - Pure Form: Ren's pure form is simply her true shape. Her skin is red, her eyes a neon green with slit pupils, and two horns curving out near the top of her head. She stands at 5'7" (170 cm) though her height varies as she tends to hover above the ground rather than walk. Long black claws replace nails which she uses as her primary form of defense. White tattoo-like markings cover her body, akin more to paint yet permanently staining her skin. Ren hardly ever reveals her pure form when around others, for obvious reasons. Only a select few people have ever seen her in her true form and survived, as those who usually look gaze at her are already within death's grasp.
Physical Appearance - Disguise: Ren's appearance when disguised varies depending on what she feels like changing into on that particular day. More so, Ren is capable of changing her appearance on a whim. This means that everything about the way Ren looks varies, from her height to the color of her hair and even the pitch on her voice if she deems it necessary. She is not as strong as she would be when in her pure form. Her disguises are the forms she would be taking mostly when interacting with others, especially when dealing with things anywhere that isn't her home.
Personality: Ren is one of those who tends to consider herself above humans, and only sometimes stoops herself down to be seen as an equal to some lesser creature. Despite what one would assume of her nature, when she's not actively looking to meddle in someone's affairs to make a mess out of them, Ren prefers to keep to herself and maintain her interaction with others at a minimum. This includes members of her own race. However she enjoys any and all luxuries that are presented at her and is constantly striving for more, especially when it comes to material goods. She gets irritated quickly and is also quick to anger, and often times tends to let her emotions get the better of her and control her actions, even in the simplest of situations. Her impulsive nature is part of the reason as to why she prefers to keep to herself. Ren isn't afraid to back away from a fight but would rather avoid one if possible. She also has no qualms with killing someone, hurting people, or doing anything else that could bring bodily harm to some person or the next. In fact she often takes joy in partaking in such activities. Ren also tends to see herself, or compares herself, to a god. This is especially true when she is in her home, as she has the power to shape her land and create and destroy life on a whim. This god complex she has adds to her impulsive nature and is largely the reason as to why she is quick to anger, since she can't stand the thought of a "lesser being" defying her or treating her as anything less than what she tends to see herself as.
History: Despite being a lesser demon, Ren holds land and power that she should never have had to begin with. She earned her way to where she is now and what she has now due to her literally clawing and cheating her way to the top, until all of her competition had either been bought off or disposed. However, despite what she has become, Ren is still incapable of taming her impulsive desires, thus leading to her meddling in human affairs. This has lead to her killing hundreds of thousands of people throughout the years, each one taken without even realizing what they had gotten into until it was too late. Her recent string of killings, however, caught the attention of Reaver, who investigated and eventually caught up to her. She teleported the two to her home, where she almost killed him, but stopped herself short when she realized how amusing it would be to try to corrupt the man.
Noticing his determination to stop her despite being at a clear disadvantage and on the verge of dropping dead, and knowing that she couldn't pass up such an opportunity, Ren decided to strike up a deal with Reaver. In exchange for her seizing from killing any more people, Reaver would have to agree to tie down his own life to hers in a life pact, so that if she was to perish then so would he. In addition (despite not flexing her use of this part of the agreement very often), Reaver was to be the lesser of the two, with her as the leader and in control. Reaver, unable to let her go free, agreed, but then decided to take it one step further. Knowing that Ren would live long past his time alive, and knowing that she would go back to her old ways once he was finished, he decided that if Reaver were ever to die, then so would Ren. Thus keeping the two from killing each other and allowing Reaver peace of mind for a future without him to keep Ren in check. Although it essentially sealed her mortality for some future date, Ren gave it little thought.
With their two lives now sealed together in a pact bound by blood, Ren spends a significant portion of her time following Reaver and checking on him to make sure that he isn't doing anything that would get him killed, while at the same time nitpicking and mocking his actions while trying to find a way to influence him so he breaks his own code of morals.
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