Post by ℓorєsaucє on Nov 17, 2010 2:22:49 GMT -5
Name: Roscoe Lawrent
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Guild: Assassins
Shapeshift Form: domestic dog
Appearance:
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Guild: Assassins
Shapeshift Form: domestic dog
Appearance:
Human Appearance:Personality:
Roscoe is a quiet sort of person, and it shows in his dress. Never does he wear anything that would make him stand out in a crowd - and he is never seen wearing anything that isn't black somwhere on his body. He has a bandanna that he isn't ever seen without - this keeps his bangs as bangs otherwise the hair merely falls down in front of his face thanks to the magical power of gravity. His hair is raven black, always well kept; long in front and brushed to a side so that he has a single long bang that falls down the left side of his face, covering some of his eye, and stopping at the upper lip, but the rest is shorter and 'usually' spiked. Sometimes, however, he just can't be bothered with it, and during these days he has a messy yet almost cute look to him. His skin tone is somewhat pale - odd considering he wears dark colours - but the most standout-ish thing about him are his almost lime green eyes.
At 6"4' he is somewhat tall for his age, and sure as hellith is not short, and he is lanky and lean in build. The pants he wears will be either jeans or combats, nearly always baggy, and they always seem to hide his shoes from the world. Loose t-shirts are a favourite with Roscoe nearly always black in colour, and over this a hoodie or fleece if it gets too cold. He once had a trenchcoat. Shame he doesn't know where it is now. Around his right wrist is a sweat-band, black with the outline of a Dobie head as an emblem, and he also has a tendancy to be seen with a spiked collar around his neck. His build, though tall and lanky, betrays his strength - he's somewhat of a powerhouse if he truly, truly puts his mind to fighting, though this for Roscoe is rare.
Dog Form:
Roscoe's strength is far more obvious in this form than his human form - a Dobermann is a breed of dog everyone recognises and sees as strong (and sadly, those who follow stereotypes see them as particularly vicious animals). This is no different for Roscoe, he has a beautiful coat that is very well kept it would seem, with the typical black and tan colouration. He is a large, strong, muscular animal like many other male Dobies - and although never surgically altered while in animal form for some reason his ears are cropped (pointy not floppy) and his tail docked. The only thing not dog-like about him are his eyes, vivid green against his coat, and very intense. The spiked collar seems to add to the cold, intense and generally nasty sort of look Roscoe has about him - even though he isn't one to fight without a real reason (a real reason in his eyes, anyway) and the sweatband also remains on his right paw, above the pads and above the dew claw so that in a fight or an accident it won't get caught and rip his dew claw out.
Roscoe is a bit of an oddball. He knows he's strong and he knows he can crush people under his thumb if he felt they were in his way. He could easily be your typical enforecer, thug type person - and he'd make a great gang leader that ruled through fear. But Roscoe is a good political player and team member. He is obediant as sin - tell him to jump and if you have his true respect the immediate answer will be "how high?" But Roscoe's respect and trust and true loyalty is hard to gain.History:
He is a fierce friend who is always there for you when you need him, but otherwise he is a rather dark enigma - he watches you closely looking for any sign of weakness or betrayal to those he is loyal to, and if he finds you a threat then he issues an immediate challenge. He has been recognised by his brother, Russet, as somebody who you would much rather have as a friend than an enemy. He has also been described by that same brother as somebody who can only truly look out for himself at times, and even when he is your closest friend, will turn against you if he feels you are a bad influence or doing a bad job. Statements that aren't necessarily true, but perhaps more accurate than you might believe.
To the few who truly befriend Roscoe, his dark and mysterious exterior peels away to reveal a more human sort of person. He worries for his brother, enjoys a good joke and can be highly perverted. His closest friend is probably Rohjyx, the same man who acts as his leader and somebody he would happily take a bullet for if he truly had to. In some ways Roscoe views Rohjyx as a big brother, although he also has his pet hates and sometimes he dislikes Rohjyx more then anything else. They get on, however, and Roscoe enjoys the company of his boss provided he's not in a foul mood.
Roscoe is also one of the few people who has managed to pull some impressive stunts with Rohjyx and not end up shot, a testament to his skills and the fact he's not the big bad guy he tends to appear to everybody else.
Roscoe and his two brothers, Tristan and Russet (Russet being the youngest and Roscoe the oldest) were as close as brothers could get, and together with their father and mother they lived a relatively happy life as a family. Their home was spiff or fancy, their lifestyle perhaps somewhat on the rocks considering the rough area they lived in, but they got along.Sample:
Roscoe had always bonded more with Russet than Tristan, Tristan eventually left home and Roscoe couldn't claim he truly cared too, too much. He just wished his brother the best. However, Tristan's leaving seemed to cause a change in their father. Now Roscoe and Russet had never been the apple of their father's eye - he had regularly argued about them with their mother saying he felt they were "different and dangerous" or "wild and unpredictable". Their mother had always defended them. When Tristan, "the only true son" of them as their father said, left, tension began to build. Russet, though Roscoe did not know this, was beaten, Roscoe was only left alone because his father was afraid Roscoe would harm him more than he could hurt Roscoe himself.
One day, sadly, news arrived from Tristan's workplace. He had died in a tragic accident - shot during a gang fight. He had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and had died in hospital from the wounds. This seemed to be the final piece of the puzzle needed to send Roscoe's and Russet's father over the edge. He turned against Roscoe and Russet both, chasing them out the homeand threatening to kill them should they ever return.
Roscoe has never bothered to try and contact their father or mother since, and convinced Russet to keep away from their parents. It wasn't a hard task when it came to their father, but Russet missed their mother desperately. This caused divides between Roscoe and Russet. The two took moved in with Tristan's girlfriend's father - who lived alone - after explaining the situation to him. He took them in with a warm welcome. However, Roscoe had joined up with another band of shifters in the area, fascinated that he and Russet weren't the only ones. By joining a gang, it seemed Roscoe and Russet met a divide they couldn't conquer.
(Please see the sample. =D It'll explain all. )
Shortly afterwards, Roscoe and Russet began to talk to each other again, but things were never quite the same. It was almost as if Russet was hiding something - and this knowledge that he might be drives Roscoe to try and find out just what that something is.
Roscoe also took to deciding whether he did or did not want a leading position in the new group he was in, the Assassins, and eventually felt that nothing short of a second in command position would do him. Another thing he strives for.
"You... y-you joined a gang?" The younger of the two asked.Other:
Roscoe snorted and rolled his eyes. "No, I joined the army." He said with some spite, before realising that it had sounded bitter even to him. With a heavy sigh, Roscoe took a hand and brought it slowly through his hair while being careful not to mess up the bandanna. "Yes, Russet. I joined a gang. Gang of shifters to be exact. People like us."
"But they're a gang!" Russet cried out suddenly, an outburst that made Roscoe blink stupidly. "T-they'll be part of gang violence and they'll be menaces and -"
"- How they hell do you know?" Roscoe snapped suddenly, brows snapping togetherand letting his hand fall to his side. "Don't you judge them before you've even met them. I might not know them well myself but I'm not going to join a bunch of people who cause trouble all the time, twenty-four-seven."
It was Russet's turn to snort. "You're joining people just like those who killed Tristan. Ooh, wait, they can turn into animals just like us. That makes it all better."
"At least they accept the fact that they can change and are trying to find others like us. Half of them are doing a damn load better than you at accepting the fact we aren't quite human."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means I'm sick of you Russet. Always following after me, whining and moaning whenever I try and do something and you don't approve of it." Roscoe snarled with venom, finding his patience after so many years had finally worn thin. He loved his brother dearly - but even Roscoe had his limits. And finally, he'd hit the wall. "If you don't like it, fine, but don't you tell me I'm joining people exactly like those who killed Tristan when you don't even know them."
"Does seeing their face mean you know them then?" Russet barked in sharp reply, furious himself. There was nothing else to be said as the younger brother turned and stormed away, fists clenched and shaking. His fists were clenched so tight his knuckled were white, Roscoe noted. With a second sigh, and another snort, Roscoe straightened, and made for the front door. "Wimp." He said simply while Russet was on the stairs.
As he opened the door, walked out the house and shut it behind him, he knew Russet had heard. And Roscoe wondered; had he just completely ruined the relationship between he and his brother over a bunch of people he didn't even know?
Roscoe's shifter tattoo is located on, would you have guessed, his right wrist, the underside of it. Which may explain why he never leaves home without it.
Finally, random little notes that I'm bored enough to add, Roscoe hates small, terrier-like dogs, his favourite meat is chicken, his favourite colours are black and red. And yes, although he has never killed anyone yet, he isn't afraid to if he feels it necessary to meet his own ends or keep safe those he cares about.
Russet will not be joining SA. As it stands, I will have him killed during a gang battle or quite simply state him already dead depending on which way the site plot is going to go. =3