Post by Julius Mitten on Jun 27, 2008 23:35:14 GMT -6
- Name - Julius Mittin
- Age - 20
- Gender - Male
- Weight - 185
- Height - 6'4"
- Eye Color - As a human, green; as a wolf, an icy blue
- Hair Color - As a human, brown; as a wolf, dark black
- Body Type - Lean and lanky
- Tattoos - None
- Piercings - None
- Appearance - At least 200 words. Julius is the epitome of every gangly, awkward teenager you’ve ever seen. As a human, he seems unadapted to his body, as if he was new to it. His hair sits atop his head in a shaggy, tangled mess. He does take the time to cut it with whatever implements he can find, but only enough to keep it out of his eyes and off his shoulders. One glance at him would give the impression that he could care less about his appearance. His clothes are crafted of deer and bear hides from his recent meals, his “modern” wears long outgrown and abandoned. The only exception to this rule is his fedora, a belonging from his father. Even after his transformations, he always seeks it out and recovers it.
In his wolf form, however, he’s both sleek and well-kept. Not a single movement is wasted in this form, and he appears so comfortable as a wolf, that you’d think he was born that way. As a wolf, he’s everything he never is as a human. With his thick ebony pelt, he seems to melt into the shadows of the local forests. This, combined with the speed and strength that comes with his wolf form, makes him a very dangerous creature.
- Personality - At least 200 words. A loner when in both his forms, Julius decided early on in life to abandon contact with others. When the change came, it was a belief he still held on to. The very idea of other people makes his lips curl into a slight snarl, no matter which form he may be in. He much prefers the company of the forests and their inhabitants. Even his own kind seem to reek of humanity, always changing back into their human forms. He, on the other hand, would abandon his if he could. His temper is notoriously short and his anger vast. The slightest comment, if taken the wrong way, could set him off.
He is not without compassion, however. Julius is always willing to give help to those in need, though his lack of human contact never seems to offer the opportunity. Children seem to supress his hatred as well, no matter the species. Despite the need to kill for food, he never preys upon the young of local game.
For the most part, though, he finds it impossible to spend time with people. Both vampires and other werewolves fall into this category as well. Acting against his usually aggressive nature, he often flees deeper into the woods to avoid detection from any. However, there are some moments where he finds himself thinking “what if”. His thoughts turn to what it would have been like had he never run off. Had he lived a normal life with friends and family. These thoughts are usually brief, and always replaced soon enough by his distain for others.
- History - At least 200 words. Born unto the reservation, he was abandoned by his parents at the age of 13. He loved both, and their loss struck a deep blow upon him. To him, it was he had been betrayed. He fled his home, no longer feeling connected to it without his parents, and made his way to the nearby forests. Despite his age, he survived with the knowledge of these woods that had been passed down to him by his father and mother. As time passed, he thrived in the deep solitude and abandoned all hopes of returning to his old life.
It was in the same forests that he uncovered the werewolves, as well. He was skeptical of them, as he had always assumed them to be a legend of his people. But he could hear them roaming through the woods at night, and often uncovered the remains of the game they fed upon. What a surprise it was, when he uncovered that he, too, was a wolf.
Age brought his first tranformations, and he welcomed them. Never did they frighten him, for it all seemed so right. No longer did he feel human. No longer must he rely on crude weapons and traps to take game. He enjoyed what he could become, and briefly felt the urge to seek out more of his own kind. However, this was surpressed quickly. Whenever the wolves would chase through his wooded home, he would hide. He heard their calls, and sometimes their thoughts, but he never answered.
When these transformations came, the only strengthened his anger. They made him feel like his parents had left him incomplete. Whether they knew he would become a wolf, he couldn’t say. All Julius knows is that his feelings of abandonment grew stronger as he began to transform, which in turn caused him to withdrawl even further from humanity.
- Likes/Dislikes - Likes include the deep, rainy forests he calls home, as well as the animals that also live among them. He also has a soft spot for children.
Dislikes include people, modern society in general, vampires, and even other werewolves.
- Fears - Being found.
- Strengths - Completely in sync with his wolf form, he knows the capabilities of it inside and out. In the woods, his tracking and hunting abilities are unparalleled.
- Weaknesses - His temper and his lack of desire to join a pack.
- Secrets - His entire existance, for the time being. That, and the fact that perhaps some small part of him wishes to be found.
- Code - Meyer
- Example Post - At least 200 words, but be DETAILED. Julius turned his head at the sound of the howls, his eyes wide in fear. He trasformed, and a slight growl he had begun to make was carried over into his wolf form. He stepped over to his worn hat and picked it up in his teeth before bolting. He tore through the underbrush, never once stopping to look back. He made his shelters simple these days, never knowing when he’d need to leave them behind and never wanting it to bother him when he did.
The darkness enveloped him as he ran. He welcomed it, almost as much as he welcomed the distance that was growing between him and the pack. They had sought him out before, but they had never caught him off guard like that. Never, since the transformations, had they found him when he was in human form. Perhaps he was becoming sloppy, or maybe they had just been lucky. Either way, he needed to focus on the task at hand and escape his persuers.
Their howls were impossible to escape, however. No matter how fast he ran and how much ground he covered, they always seemed to ring in his ears. “Who are you?”, they asked.
“Why do you run?”
“Where are you going.”
“Come join us.”
He stopped. He never could tell anymore if these voices were from the pack, or if he had just lost his mind after the years of solitude. Either way, the offer of a pack had brought him to a halt. Not every member of the pack made it, but the idea was still laid out there. A home and a family, and a place to finally belong. No more running or hiding or lost, lonely nights wondering if he had made the right choice.
He was quick to make his choice, however, and returned to his normal train of though. These weren’t wolves, they were humans in wolf clothing. Comfortable in his beliefs, he took off running once more. Always running.
- Age - 20
- Gender - Male
- Weight - 185
- Height - 6'4"
- Eye Color - As a human, green; as a wolf, an icy blue
- Hair Color - As a human, brown; as a wolf, dark black
- Body Type - Lean and lanky
- Tattoos - None
- Piercings - None
- Appearance - At least 200 words. Julius is the epitome of every gangly, awkward teenager you’ve ever seen. As a human, he seems unadapted to his body, as if he was new to it. His hair sits atop his head in a shaggy, tangled mess. He does take the time to cut it with whatever implements he can find, but only enough to keep it out of his eyes and off his shoulders. One glance at him would give the impression that he could care less about his appearance. His clothes are crafted of deer and bear hides from his recent meals, his “modern” wears long outgrown and abandoned. The only exception to this rule is his fedora, a belonging from his father. Even after his transformations, he always seeks it out and recovers it.
In his wolf form, however, he’s both sleek and well-kept. Not a single movement is wasted in this form, and he appears so comfortable as a wolf, that you’d think he was born that way. As a wolf, he’s everything he never is as a human. With his thick ebony pelt, he seems to melt into the shadows of the local forests. This, combined with the speed and strength that comes with his wolf form, makes him a very dangerous creature.
- Personality - At least 200 words. A loner when in both his forms, Julius decided early on in life to abandon contact with others. When the change came, it was a belief he still held on to. The very idea of other people makes his lips curl into a slight snarl, no matter which form he may be in. He much prefers the company of the forests and their inhabitants. Even his own kind seem to reek of humanity, always changing back into their human forms. He, on the other hand, would abandon his if he could. His temper is notoriously short and his anger vast. The slightest comment, if taken the wrong way, could set him off.
He is not without compassion, however. Julius is always willing to give help to those in need, though his lack of human contact never seems to offer the opportunity. Children seem to supress his hatred as well, no matter the species. Despite the need to kill for food, he never preys upon the young of local game.
For the most part, though, he finds it impossible to spend time with people. Both vampires and other werewolves fall into this category as well. Acting against his usually aggressive nature, he often flees deeper into the woods to avoid detection from any. However, there are some moments where he finds himself thinking “what if”. His thoughts turn to what it would have been like had he never run off. Had he lived a normal life with friends and family. These thoughts are usually brief, and always replaced soon enough by his distain for others.
- History - At least 200 words. Born unto the reservation, he was abandoned by his parents at the age of 13. He loved both, and their loss struck a deep blow upon him. To him, it was he had been betrayed. He fled his home, no longer feeling connected to it without his parents, and made his way to the nearby forests. Despite his age, he survived with the knowledge of these woods that had been passed down to him by his father and mother. As time passed, he thrived in the deep solitude and abandoned all hopes of returning to his old life.
It was in the same forests that he uncovered the werewolves, as well. He was skeptical of them, as he had always assumed them to be a legend of his people. But he could hear them roaming through the woods at night, and often uncovered the remains of the game they fed upon. What a surprise it was, when he uncovered that he, too, was a wolf.
Age brought his first tranformations, and he welcomed them. Never did they frighten him, for it all seemed so right. No longer did he feel human. No longer must he rely on crude weapons and traps to take game. He enjoyed what he could become, and briefly felt the urge to seek out more of his own kind. However, this was surpressed quickly. Whenever the wolves would chase through his wooded home, he would hide. He heard their calls, and sometimes their thoughts, but he never answered.
When these transformations came, the only strengthened his anger. They made him feel like his parents had left him incomplete. Whether they knew he would become a wolf, he couldn’t say. All Julius knows is that his feelings of abandonment grew stronger as he began to transform, which in turn caused him to withdrawl even further from humanity.
- Likes/Dislikes - Likes include the deep, rainy forests he calls home, as well as the animals that also live among them. He also has a soft spot for children.
Dislikes include people, modern society in general, vampires, and even other werewolves.
- Fears - Being found.
- Strengths - Completely in sync with his wolf form, he knows the capabilities of it inside and out. In the woods, his tracking and hunting abilities are unparalleled.
- Weaknesses - His temper and his lack of desire to join a pack.
- Secrets - His entire existance, for the time being. That, and the fact that perhaps some small part of him wishes to be found.
- Code - Meyer
- Example Post - At least 200 words, but be DETAILED. Julius turned his head at the sound of the howls, his eyes wide in fear. He trasformed, and a slight growl he had begun to make was carried over into his wolf form. He stepped over to his worn hat and picked it up in his teeth before bolting. He tore through the underbrush, never once stopping to look back. He made his shelters simple these days, never knowing when he’d need to leave them behind and never wanting it to bother him when he did.
The darkness enveloped him as he ran. He welcomed it, almost as much as he welcomed the distance that was growing between him and the pack. They had sought him out before, but they had never caught him off guard like that. Never, since the transformations, had they found him when he was in human form. Perhaps he was becoming sloppy, or maybe they had just been lucky. Either way, he needed to focus on the task at hand and escape his persuers.
Their howls were impossible to escape, however. No matter how fast he ran and how much ground he covered, they always seemed to ring in his ears. “Who are you?”, they asked.
“Why do you run?”
“Where are you going.”
“Come join us.”
He stopped. He never could tell anymore if these voices were from the pack, or if he had just lost his mind after the years of solitude. Either way, the offer of a pack had brought him to a halt. Not every member of the pack made it, but the idea was still laid out there. A home and a family, and a place to finally belong. No more running or hiding or lost, lonely nights wondering if he had made the right choice.
He was quick to make his choice, however, and returned to his normal train of though. These weren’t wolves, they were humans in wolf clothing. Comfortable in his beliefs, he took off running once more. Always running.
