Post by stephy on Nov 7, 2008 21:54:23 GMT -5
Name: Chase
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bi.
Guild: -----
Shapeshift Form: Wolf
Appearance:
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bi.
Guild: -----
Shapeshift Form: Wolf
Appearance:
Human Form:Personality:
Rather tall, standing at 6'4". Jet black hair, straight Medium length coming down to just above his shoulders. Bangs flip to the right, Dyed tips with blood red. Naturally pale skin, Almost white in colour. Forest green eyes. Black eyeliner and Silver lip ring on the bottem left. His Shapeshifter Tattoo is located on his upper left shoulder, at the back. Black, And not usually seen as it blends into his top if he happens to have his Trench coat off.
Long Black Matte leather trench coat, going down to about mid calf. Parts at the waist, so you can see his pants through the split in the coat. Zips up from that point, usually done up to about 6 inches from the collar. Black strapped buckles on the upper arms of his coat. Long sleeved Black Mesh Top, Black 1 inch spiked chocker. Black fitted bondage pants, straps crossing behind the legs and Chains hanging from his pockets, Zippers added for decoration. Goth style boots, coming almost to his knees, covered in buckles and straps.
Shifted Form; Wolf:
Rather Large, in terms of height. Slender, but muscled even if it's hard to see. Midnight Black Coat, With a Silver Tipped Tail and Silver pads on his paws. Deep Forest green eyes. Thin medium length fur, that lies very sleek over him.
Very reserved, a loner by nature since the Accident years ago. A very helpful and understanding personality, Only wanting to help others and rid the world of pain. Afraid of sticking out amongst a crowd, but longing to at the same time. Strong, Able to take what life throws at him, at least on the outside. He's still a child deep down at heart, Longing for a life he once had.History:
Since he was a young boy, he's been effected by an unknown disease (Which actually excists ;D Just dunno it's name. ;3) causing blackouts and fits of Violence or Darkness, not himself at all. When he awakes, he does not remember what has happened.Sample:
Because of this, he has always been a loner, at least since the Age of 12 when he awoke to find his parents lieing dead on the floor in front of him, along with his dear younger sister Emily. Knife bloody and red in an acheing pale hand at his side.
He's always tried to sepperate himself from others, thinking that if he doesn't come into contact with anyone we won't cause anymore pain. Won't have to suffer anymore. But the solitude has always killed him, Growing to 18 years of age, 6 years of solitude.
Most of his nights are spent in the park, staring up at the moon. Until recently, when he discovered his new power.. His new terror, His new reason to hide. Confused and scared, unwilling to believe his fate.
The sky was black. Stars that usually accompanied the pale white moon as it hung so delicately above were almost non excistant tonight as dark whisps of clouds flickered past overhead, A slight breeze egging them onward. The almost bare fall trees rustled earily as the very same draft wove through their knarled branches, Mocking the leaves as they clung in their places. An echo could be heard through the empty trails of the park as heavy footsteps made their way deeper into the trails that seemed to wind on forever. Midnight black hair, much like the colour of the sky stained with red, swayed in front of the boys eyes. 'What a night..' He thought warily to himself as he tredged onward almost blindly, raising a hand to brush his dark locks from the front of his pale face. Taking a breath he sighed inwardly, stuffing his hands back into his trench coat pockets after raising his collar to the wind. He let silence comfort him, his only friend.Other:
Step. Step. His heavy black boots made tracks through the dirt and loose debris of the worn path, His Black trenchcoat billowing out behind him as he walked quickly but carefully ahead. Chase Stared blankly in front of each carefully placed Step, his surroundings almost not registering as he got lost in his own mind, thoughts echoing like whispers of the past. What was wrong with him, something didn't feel quite right on this cool night. This feeling, something uneased that he didn't quite like.. 'No,' Hunching his shoulders a bit and quickening his pace slightly. 'It's probably nothing, proba-' That sound, Did he just hear what he thought he heard? Footsteps? Pausing mid step, His neck made a cracking noise as he snapped it upwards, and he raised a hand to rub it sorely. He was sure, positive.. It had come from the direction. Quickly returning into a faster pace, he made his way towards the sound.
{ Sorry Epic fail, taken from a past Rp with my friend. }
To be later added into Thieves. <3