Post by Sky♦ on Apr 3, 2011 22:07:13 GMT -5
Name: Leon Ray Scalt
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual- Male Preference
Guild: Thieves
Shapeshift Form: otter
Appearance:
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual- Male Preference
Guild: Thieves
Shapeshift Form: otter
Appearance:
HUMAN FORMPersonality:
In his human form, Leon is an attractive teenage boy with expressive green eyes and rust-brown hair. He stands roughly six feet tall with an athletic build, often choosing outfits that show off his height despite the lack of need to do so. He seems to have a thing for 'bondage pants' and dress shirts, often opting for darker colors with bright contrast for the belts and accessories he wears. It's hard to mistake him for being straight because of this, not that he's worried about being called 'gay' or the like.
Leon's hair style is interesting to describe. The words that first come to mind for a lot of people could range from 'clean cut' to 'bed head' and even 'happy emo' at times. Even though his bangs are long, the same length as the rest of his almost shoulder-length hair, he somehow manages to keep that hair out of his eyes whilst still hiding the painfully obvious shifter mark on his forehead, just above and to the side of his right eye.
Other points of interest are the freckles that dance ever so lightly across the bridge of his nose, and the odd way he always seems to wear long sleeved shirts. This is to hide the ghastly series of scars that run in various lengths and directions across his back, and the few that litter his chest. Though faded slightly, Leon refuses to show these off, often going against his obvious love of the water if only to hide them from public view.
EUROPEAN OTTER FORM
Two words; fucking adorable. Despite the series of scars across his chest and back, Leon's otter form is probably the cutest damned thing many people have seen in years. The usual red-brown fur is thick and healthy across his body, sleek and ready to keep him warm and 'dry' when swimming. Long tail, healthy toning, bright green eyes... it's hard to tell that this little otter's ever had a bad day in his life!
The usual lighter hues around the chin and neck on other otters has seemed to mutate on Leon; rather than fading slowly into a light eggshell white, the marking forms a clean-cut patch closely resembling a dagger in pure, albino white. It is unknown as to how he came about earning this patch of white fur, as it's unusual in otters, but somehow he'd been born with it.
It may strike you as surprising, considering his outward appearance, but Leon's not some happy-go-lucky, all-around nice guy. The kid's got his fair share of issues, and it shows at times.History:
Despite the issues (which I will get into later on) Leon does come off as a friendly sort, and he does love to have fun. To him, there's nothing better than relaxing on the beach or finding time to play that 'one more' shooter game in the arcade. Unlike what you'd expect from a playful otter, though, Leon's also the calm sort. He'll sooner sit back to read a book than try anything overly exciting when it really comes down to it.
He's also an excellent, loyal friend... if you can break through to him. Though he makes good with people easily, finding trust in them is a whole 'nother matter. Due to his past, Leon's actually quite the loner, and can come off as the sort of guy to watch out for when he's found in one of his anti-social moods. Those expressive eyes can go from overjoyed to enraged in mere seconds and it doesn't take an psychic to know somethings wrong.
Like I said before, the boy has issues. He's loyal to a fault, sure, but earning his loyalty and trust is like trying to run a marathon in swim fins; it's far from an easy task. He can sometimes come off as insensitive and cold to strangers or those he doesn't approve of, and despite his open mind, he's not afraid to openly speak his opinion of someone if he doesn't like them.
Other than the trust issues, Leon's also got a long fuse, matched with an explosive temper. He's patient, and he can stay patient for days on end in extreme situations, but once that nerve is prodded one too many times, it's as if he's a whole different person. He becomes violent, dangerous, and extremely cruel in the worst cases. Most often, though, he usually resorts to cruel insults and sucker punches.
CHILDHOODSample:
Leon's original home was back in Italy, believe it or not. This of course means his first language is actually Italian, rather than the fluent English he speaks today. There's a good reason he's left behind his first home and lifestyle, and here's why;
Growing up, Leon was the middle child between an older brother and a younger sister. He often had to fight for attention from their parents, an over-worked father and a stay-at-home mother. The age difference between his siblings was also drastic; his brother was already thirteen by the time he was born, and his little sister was born when he was six. This resulted in a lot of hand-me-downs and a lack of time to prepare for life to come.
But that's no sob story, right? It wasn't until Leon turned twelve that the shit hit the fan. In a drastic change of pace, Leon's mother and father were killed in a boating accident during one of their annual vacations to the shoreline. His older brother was the only one not affected after-wards, due to his age. Leon and his sister were quickly shipped off to separate foster homes, however, Leon's own home being one far away from his original city.
It wasn't until Leon was thirteen that he discovered his shifting abilities, and it was a rude awakening. Already suffering in a group home kind of place, Leon literally woke one morning and in seconds he was suddenly an otter sitting in the middle of his shared bedroom, his foster brother screaming bloody murder from the top bunk of their beds, leaving poor Leon in a world of confusion and fear.
Said foster brother wasn't really all there to begin with, either. The kid had way more issues than Leon did at the time, and despite the fact that Leon had managed to change back, (didn't take too long, luckily, for him to figure it out) and he was able to sort of calm the situation down (after gagging the damned brat with a sock and binding him in his own blankets), the brother in question somehow figured that Leon was a sort of demon, come to kill him and the rest of the family.
Because Otters are totally deadly demons, don't you know.
Things seemed fine at first. Leon spent most of the next week doing as much research on his 'problem' as possible, though he came up short of facts, instead getting only fictional possibilities. His foster brother seemed a bit more jumpy around him, but then again, Leon himself was stressed out over the whole thing too, so he didn't think anything of it.
That was until the kid gave him his scars. They'd been left alone over the weekend while the foster parents dealt with legal matters to the north of their town. Things seemed fine at first, as they always do, but come dinnertime on the third night, the air was suddenly thick and tense. Leon hadn't known what hit him when suddenly, while doing the dishes, his foster brother came up behind him in some sort of fit and took a rather sharp pair of scissors to his back. The kid had gotten in a good five or six hits (slashing, not stabbing) before Leon had found enough reaction time to turn around and try and stop him.
This resulted in the scars on his chest, and the sudden shipment to America after what came next. He'd managed to grab the scissors away from the other foster child, but in the confusion, he'd given it right back; through the kid's stomach. He called an ambulance, and after a lot of stress and legal drama, not to mention medical bills, it was decided that Leon be shipped away to an American foster home, since it was obvious the home was no longer safe for fostering children. Leon had trusted the family to take his side; he'd been the victim. He'd loved his foster parents dearly, and the 'brother' had been his best friend prior to his first shift. Instead of being there for him, they pushed him away, not even showing signs of regret for letting such a thing happen. He felt betrayed, a cut that ran far deeper than any physical ones.
TEENAGE YEARS
For three years, Leon found himself in foster home after foster home, all over the United States. At first it was a muck of confusion and depression, but eventually he became used to it, shoving back his negative emotions in favor of being 'happy'. He found life again, though that betrayal from his previous 'family' had been one that scarred him worse than the marks across his back and chest. He found it extremely hard to trust anyone, and this distrust was made worse by the constant changing of homes and cities; why bother forming a solid friendship when you'd probably never see the person again?
It wasn't until just after his sixteenth birthday that the young shifter discovered something amazing about his newest family. Deep in the heart of Texas, he'd just barely settled into his new home when suddenly something felt off... but not really in that bad way. Upon meeting the foster father (he'd been away on business at the time of Leon's arrival there) Leon discovered that he wasn't alone. The man was also a shifter, and after almost a month of coaxing, he'd managed to convince Leon to learn more about what he was and what he could do.
Shortly after that, it became clear that Leon didn't need to stay in foster care any longer, so with fond farewells to the only home he'd truly felt welcome in since the incident, Leon became a rogue of sorts. He traveled from city to city, never staying in one place for very long. He'd finished his schooling shortly beforehand, thanks to the homeschooling he'd received back in Italy, and at the young age of sixteen, the high school graduate was on his way to make a life for himself.
It didn't take him long to find Shelpey Alley, and all too quickly he was swept into the gang wars there, fighting on the side of the Thieves.
Post from SoulsRPG, the site I'm most active on these days.Other:
My main character there, Sky, a wolf-dog Were.
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Sky had never, never, been so damned busy or stressed out in her life. Not even with the whole miscarriage, or the drama between Orin, herself and Shawchert. Nothing had prepared her for the shock of having not one murder, but two inside the pack... and then, the attacks against Shawchert and now sweet Valinta! The would-be medic was up to the gills in blood, and it wasn't over yet. She knew damn well it wasn't over yet. It would never be over.
Hybrid girl had finished tending to Valinta for the day, having refused to let the girl leave the safety of her guest room in favor of her own house. The black and creme girl was silent as the stars, never moving... only barely breathing. It was a shock to Sky to have such a horrible thing happen to her best from, but somehow she was pulling through. The younger girl was bandaged and wrapped snugly in her bed, the windows boarded up and barricaded (out of Sky's own paranoia) and the door installed with a hefty deadbolt she'd found. Her entire house was on lock down; no one was allowed in except for Sky, Shawchert and Sky's patients. She'd been keeping Casper in her own room, in his pen that she'd fashioned out of chicken wire.
Every door had new locks, the windows were barred off with heavy wood. If someone was targeting the pack from the inside, like hell would Sky allow them to harm her patients, or worse, their leader. She'd been in overdrive since the bloody mess that had been left on her porch, and there was no calming her down.
Not even as she packed up for the meeting her fiance had just called. She heard the howl, and she knew there was nothing left to do for Valinta in the meantime. The girl had been bandaged, wrapped, cleaned... Sky had even forced water down the girl's throat, completely intent on keeping her best friend healthy despite her critical state.
Now she'd left the house (locking the two deadbolts on her way out, using the keys she'd found with them in one of the old hardware stores) to attend the meeting. Like hell would she stay home, even with this going on. Valinta would be fine for the few minutes it called her away for, and Shawchert was also injured.
It probably didn't help that Sky had her mind set on speaking at the meeting, basically to inform the pack that she was in charge of the injured and sick, whether Skye and Shawchert liked it or not. That thought was dead in her mind as she came up to Shawchert, frowning as she spotted him pacing despite his wounds. "I don't care how much drama's going down, Shawchert Menue. So help me, if you make your injuries worse, I'll stitch them back up with barbed wire this time." The look on her face screamed that she was not kidding.
"We'll find who's doing this." Her voice softened as she came up beside him, invading his space and wrapping her arms around his stomach in a hesitant hug. "...whoever it was, they hurt my Val. I'll rip out their spine and choke them with it." So much for soft. Sky's voice was anything but friendly as she growled out her plan of vengeance. The little hybrid was far from impressed.