Post by Javan Huntley on Mar 2, 2011 15:55:58 GMT -5
Javan Huntley
"Better luck next time, whelp."
. B A S I C . I N F O .
NAME Javan Huntley
NICKNAMES Fenrir, Fen
GENDER Male
RACE? Russian/Norwegian werewolf (very large wolves over there)
AGE 21
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
NAME Javan Huntley
NICKNAMES Fenrir, Fen
GENDER Male
RACE? Russian/Norwegian werewolf (very large wolves over there)
AGE 21
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
. A P P E A R A N C E .
HAIR Black hair of medium length, straight, unkempt, doesn’t really style and is thus prone to vicious cow licks.
Wolf form is black with silver-white ear and tail tips as well as four socks of the same color.
EYES Blue like pure spring water, until he shifts then they are green.
HEIGHT 5’10”
WEIGHT 180lbs
FEATURES Tattoo of Norse God Fenrir on his right shoulder
[/size]HAIR Black hair of medium length, straight, unkempt, doesn’t really style and is thus prone to vicious cow licks.
Wolf form is black with silver-white ear and tail tips as well as four socks of the same color.
EYES Blue like pure spring water, until he shifts then they are green.
HEIGHT 5’10”
WEIGHT 180lbs
FEATURES Tattoo of Norse God Fenrir on his right shoulder
. P E R S O N A L I T Y .
LIKES Kids, animals, being in his wolf form, hunting in wolf form, running with normal wolves, confusing and scaring people.
DISLIKES Cruelty, being cornered, being hunted, being confused, being yelled at.
STRENGTHS Strong, dominant, perfectly suited for loner life
WEAKNESSES Loner thus no pack to fall back on, easy to anger, snaps when cornered
OVERALL PERSONALITY Javan actually a really nice guy, he loves kids and animals, he’s a natural with them. He prefers being a wolf to being human, but wouldn’t you? You could say he’s almost dog like in personality, he trusts his instincts more than peoples words and outward appearances. He’s great to have as a friend but try not to cross him because he can very wolf like when it comes to dominance and defensiveness.
Sometime you might see him moping about, no worries, he just gets caught up with his own thoughts sometimes. He enjoys a good stiff drink and sometimes drinks in excess, but not without a good reason. If he can’t get out on the full moon to someplace safe and far from humans, he simply won’t change, and for the days following the full moon he drinks, a lot. All in all he’s like an old dog, temperamental and picky about who gets up to greet. Of course he can be enthusiastic and energetic when the need arises, and he’s smart, so he can learn plenty of new tricks.
LIKES Kids, animals, being in his wolf form, hunting in wolf form, running with normal wolves, confusing and scaring people.
DISLIKES Cruelty, being cornered, being hunted, being confused, being yelled at.
STRENGTHS Strong, dominant, perfectly suited for loner life
WEAKNESSES Loner thus no pack to fall back on, easy to anger, snaps when cornered
OVERALL PERSONALITY Javan actually a really nice guy, he loves kids and animals, he’s a natural with them. He prefers being a wolf to being human, but wouldn’t you? You could say he’s almost dog like in personality, he trusts his instincts more than peoples words and outward appearances. He’s great to have as a friend but try not to cross him because he can very wolf like when it comes to dominance and defensiveness.
Sometime you might see him moping about, no worries, he just gets caught up with his own thoughts sometimes. He enjoys a good stiff drink and sometimes drinks in excess, but not without a good reason. If he can’t get out on the full moon to someplace safe and far from humans, he simply won’t change, and for the days following the full moon he drinks, a lot. All in all he’s like an old dog, temperamental and picky about who gets up to greet. Of course he can be enthusiastic and energetic when the need arises, and he’s smart, so he can learn plenty of new tricks.
. H I S T O R Y .
FAMILY Skysong (rough translation)/45/mother. Ragnar/47/Father
HOME Town Born in Boston Mass.
OVERALL HISTORYBorn in Boston, Javan was given to a local pack to raise so his parents could pursue careers in biochemical and genetic research, to remedy the reproductive problems faced by the shape shifting community.
He was raised as an outsider, always kept at arm’s length. He in turn learned to be independent, and completely self-sufficient. He could hunt down a meal (figuratively of course) without a problem by the time he was ten. At eleven he came of age, ahead of most of his kind. His sharp mind and ability to use his wolfish instincts and his human reasoning without them conflicting made him a prodigy in the eyes of some, and a threat in the eyes of others. He left at age fifteen to ‘find his own place’. What that means is anyone’s guess, in fact, I don’t even know, and I made the guy.
When he was sixteen he was hit by a car in wolf form and ended up in the care of a small group of witches, his fever spiked to high that it resulted in total sterility. After he recovered and learned this (How needs not be mentioned), he decided to travel further. He’s been all over the world, flying boating and crossing the ice cap to the north, he wants to find a ‘cure’ to fix his problem, and he’d also like to find his parents since this is the issue they are researching. Besides…he needs to kick their butts.
FAMILY Skysong (rough translation)/45/mother. Ragnar/47/Father
HOME Town Born in Boston Mass.
OVERALL HISTORYBorn in Boston, Javan was given to a local pack to raise so his parents could pursue careers in biochemical and genetic research, to remedy the reproductive problems faced by the shape shifting community.
He was raised as an outsider, always kept at arm’s length. He in turn learned to be independent, and completely self-sufficient. He could hunt down a meal (figuratively of course) without a problem by the time he was ten. At eleven he came of age, ahead of most of his kind. His sharp mind and ability to use his wolfish instincts and his human reasoning without them conflicting made him a prodigy in the eyes of some, and a threat in the eyes of others. He left at age fifteen to ‘find his own place’. What that means is anyone’s guess, in fact, I don’t even know, and I made the guy.
When he was sixteen he was hit by a car in wolf form and ended up in the care of a small group of witches, his fever spiked to high that it resulted in total sterility. After he recovered and learned this (How needs not be mentioned), he decided to travel further. He’s been all over the world, flying boating and crossing the ice cap to the north, he wants to find a ‘cure’ to fix his problem, and he’d also like to find his parents since this is the issue they are researching. Besides…he needs to kick their butts.
. O U T . O F . C H A R A C T E R .
YOUR NAME Fen
YOUR AGE 20(1)
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE ummm. Roughly half my life…and then some if you count LARPing at age 6…
HOW YOU FOUND US Benny boy told me to come, so I stalked him
FACE CLAIM Hugo Silva
RULES PASSCODE long live eric
SPECIES PASSCODE Remus
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
He gazed at the donut. Fresh, crispy, with that delicious cream he knew was in the center. The drool dripped to the ground, his tongue lolled. He sat down and scratched at the collar he kept around his neck, to avoid scaring people. He looked at the donut vendor, the man gazed at what he thought was a dog, then, deciding it was worth the risk of angering his boss tossed the Boston Crème to the dog, which scarfed it down before it even left the high point of its arc. In gratitude the wolf nudged the man back to avoid a distracted jogger, whose cell phone seemed to be attached to her face.
“Good dog.” He read the name tag. “Good Fenrir.”
YOUR NAME Fen
YOUR AGE 20(1)
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE ummm. Roughly half my life…and then some if you count LARPing at age 6…
HOW YOU FOUND US Benny boy told me to come, so I stalked him
FACE CLAIM Hugo Silva
RULES PASSCODE long live eric
SPECIES PASSCODE Remus
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
He gazed at the donut. Fresh, crispy, with that delicious cream he knew was in the center. The drool dripped to the ground, his tongue lolled. He sat down and scratched at the collar he kept around his neck, to avoid scaring people. He looked at the donut vendor, the man gazed at what he thought was a dog, then, deciding it was worth the risk of angering his boss tossed the Boston Crème to the dog, which scarfed it down before it even left the high point of its arc. In gratitude the wolf nudged the man back to avoid a distracted jogger, whose cell phone seemed to be attached to her face.
“Good dog.” He read the name tag. “Good Fenrir.”
