Post by Seth Larisha on Aug 21, 2009 18:53:41 GMT -5
Name: Seth Larisha
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6’
Weight: 140
Significant Physical Details: He has a lean, hungry-looking frame and a handsome face, though the cheekbones are perhaps a little too prominent. His blue eyes are outwardly bright, but there is the darkness of depression behind the lightness of his expression. He dresses neatly, usually in slacks or blue jeans with nice shirts and jackets, depending on his situation and mood. His black hair reaches about to his jaw and often falls in front of his right eye, though he spends a lot of time combing it back with his fingers. He often has paint smeared on his face and hands, though he wears a large, long-sleeved smock to protect his clothes when he is at work. Other than the paint and his slightly messy hair, his appearance is impeccable. His hair and clothes are always clean, and his clothes are ironed and wrinkle-free. He sparkles only with the right colors of paint… and is not A furry, but becomes so…
Class: University Senior, going for more schooling after his BA
Major: Visual Design
Birthday (Zodiac optional): December 14, 1986
Sexual Orientation: Undecided, leans toward gay
Hobbies: Painting. Has sold some art as book-covers, bookmarks, collector items. Is starting to make a name for himself in the painting community.
Fears: Being alone, forgotten. Hates crowds, very loud music.
Blood Type: B
Pack: Not enough information just yet
Type of Wolf You Change in to: A black North American Timber Wolf, at nearly 87 lbs, in contrast to his less than impressive human weight, a victim of melanism (the opposite of albino-ism)
Werewolf Power: Has surprisingly sharp claws and teeth, and can somewhat communicate his thoughts in the form of colors and flavors in a person’s mind. Works only with mages, and occasionally other werewolves.
Weakness: Silver, naturally. Also tends to dislike blood of any sort in any way except when in a complete rage. It’s a good way to make him leave.
Character History: Before he transformed for the first time, he was severely depressed and a recluse. He grew up as an only child, in a well-off upper class family. His parents always expected the absolute best, and never understood his desire to do art. They wished for him to be a doctor or a lawyer, something that was assured to make a fair amount of money. He often felt pressured to do the impossible, and even became ill if he feared he could not excel at something he was doing.
Finally, when he graduated from high school with a perfect 4.0 and a full ride academic scholarship to the University of Chicago, he told his parents that he was going to become a painter, whether they approved or not. He had always spent his life trying to satisfy them, and he had finally learned that he needed to do what he wanted. His parents told him in no uncertain terms that if he did not become either a doctor or a lawyer, he could consider himself no longer and member of their family. He left with no intention of changing his mind, knowing that he was disowned from the moment he walked out of the door. It was only later that he realized that he still needed some guidance, and desired their approval. However, his pride prevented him from admitting he was wrong, and from changing his life plan. He sank into depression quickly, but managed to keep himself afloat and cope with his painting.
He met a couple friends that helped him escape it at first with medicines and their friendship. Once, when he’d locked himself away for a while, they broke into his apartment and found him with his wrists slit, though improperly. He still bears the scars. He owes them everything in his mind, but...They talked him into going to a rock concert once. They dragged him to the mash pit (or however you spell it) and in the melee he transformed for the first time, nearly killing everyone around him. He managed to escape, and the stories were brushed off as the result of people being too drunk and high to be reliable. His friends helped him find somewhere he could learn about his… condition and he found he fit perfectly in Dunehelden. He still spends his summers with the two mortal friends who have saved his life multiple times.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6’
Weight: 140
Significant Physical Details: He has a lean, hungry-looking frame and a handsome face, though the cheekbones are perhaps a little too prominent. His blue eyes are outwardly bright, but there is the darkness of depression behind the lightness of his expression. He dresses neatly, usually in slacks or blue jeans with nice shirts and jackets, depending on his situation and mood. His black hair reaches about to his jaw and often falls in front of his right eye, though he spends a lot of time combing it back with his fingers. He often has paint smeared on his face and hands, though he wears a large, long-sleeved smock to protect his clothes when he is at work. Other than the paint and his slightly messy hair, his appearance is impeccable. His hair and clothes are always clean, and his clothes are ironed and wrinkle-free. He sparkles only with the right colors of paint… and is not A furry, but becomes so…
Class: University Senior, going for more schooling after his BA
Major: Visual Design
Birthday (Zodiac optional): December 14, 1986
Sexual Orientation: Undecided, leans toward gay
Hobbies: Painting. Has sold some art as book-covers, bookmarks, collector items. Is starting to make a name for himself in the painting community.
Fears: Being alone, forgotten. Hates crowds, very loud music.
Blood Type: B
Pack: Not enough information just yet
Type of Wolf You Change in to: A black North American Timber Wolf, at nearly 87 lbs, in contrast to his less than impressive human weight, a victim of melanism (the opposite of albino-ism)
Werewolf Power: Has surprisingly sharp claws and teeth, and can somewhat communicate his thoughts in the form of colors and flavors in a person’s mind. Works only with mages, and occasionally other werewolves.
Weakness: Silver, naturally. Also tends to dislike blood of any sort in any way except when in a complete rage. It’s a good way to make him leave.
Character History: Before he transformed for the first time, he was severely depressed and a recluse. He grew up as an only child, in a well-off upper class family. His parents always expected the absolute best, and never understood his desire to do art. They wished for him to be a doctor or a lawyer, something that was assured to make a fair amount of money. He often felt pressured to do the impossible, and even became ill if he feared he could not excel at something he was doing.
Finally, when he graduated from high school with a perfect 4.0 and a full ride academic scholarship to the University of Chicago, he told his parents that he was going to become a painter, whether they approved or not. He had always spent his life trying to satisfy them, and he had finally learned that he needed to do what he wanted. His parents told him in no uncertain terms that if he did not become either a doctor or a lawyer, he could consider himself no longer and member of their family. He left with no intention of changing his mind, knowing that he was disowned from the moment he walked out of the door. It was only later that he realized that he still needed some guidance, and desired their approval. However, his pride prevented him from admitting he was wrong, and from changing his life plan. He sank into depression quickly, but managed to keep himself afloat and cope with his painting.
He met a couple friends that helped him escape it at first with medicines and their friendship. Once, when he’d locked himself away for a while, they broke into his apartment and found him with his wrists slit, though improperly. He still bears the scars. He owes them everything in his mind, but...They talked him into going to a rock concert once. They dragged him to the mash pit (or however you spell it) and in the melee he transformed for the first time, nearly killing everyone around him. He managed to escape, and the stories were brushed off as the result of people being too drunk and high to be reliable. His friends helped him find somewhere he could learn about his… condition and he found he fit perfectly in Dunehelden. He still spends his summers with the two mortal friends who have saved his life multiple times.