Post by Darren Lupus on Feb 20, 2007 23:37:06 GMT -5
Someone took the wolf
Name: Darren Lupus
Actual age: 25
Looks to be: 25
Race: Werewolf
Gender: Male
Celebrity who would play him: Orlando Bloom (Meaning he looks like Orlando Bloom XP)
Height: 5’11
Weight: 165
Hair color: Brown, some blonde in it.
Eye color: Chocolate
Hair style: A little long, slightly past the ears and shaggy.
Skin tone: A slight tan
Body Structure: One of his larger hobbies is archery, and he was also a swimmer and played baseball through high school and parts of college, so he’s muscled, but not overly muscled.
In wolf form: Darren is slightly larger than the normal wolf and his fur is shaggy and dark brown, almost black, as his hair. He also has a mane that is ash colored and lightens up as it goes towards his muzzle, leaving said muzzle a white with speckles of grey in it. Darren’s eyes in this form is a dark blue (as was the wolves’ eyes that bit him) and his ears are slightly larger and pointed more angular. His tail is long and bushy. He also has four grey legs.
Clothing: Usually Darren just throws something on in the morning. If it’s clean, he throws it on. Wither it be jeans or pants, or an odd looking shirt. However, on this particular day it was laundry day and the only thing he had clean was form fitting jeans, a crimson button up shirt and a black blazer. His shoes happen to be brown cyssi.
Personality: Darren’s kind of full of himself. He has a lot of confidence in his abilities and can be pretty mellow. He notices a lot of things, sights, sounds, smells. Some times it may seem like he’s not paying attention, but he is.
History: Darren was born in England where his mother died of child birth. He attended school just like every one else, except his mind always seemed to be else where, a far away castle or high in a tree. It was apparent he had a vivid imagination. However when he was 14, his father passed away and Darren went to live with an aunt in the Americas. There he continued his school while he wrote short stories and poems (three of which were published in a collection of teen writers called “The Heartland” three years in a row.)
After he graduated high school he attended the near by college, majoring in English and mastering in writers, however during his sophomore year as he walked home from his work (his Grand am had broken down) he was bitten by a fairly large dog. During the next few months he became sick, weak almost. Never being able to get any sleep and yet not being able to sleep at night. This however, went away during the next full moon. There he discovered he was a werewolf.
As time went, he learned all he could about the creatures belonging to the moon and learned to love the change and not fear it as he had control over the beast inside of him. However, it came with a price, after every full moon he was irritably, and tired and the changing always took a lot out of him.
His junior year of college he meet Summer, a beautiful talented girl that he fell for. Though when he finally decided to tell her what he was, even show her when she didn't believe him, she screamed and ran away from him, calling him "monster freak dog". Since he has vowed not to tell another person that would not understand.
Powers: Darren is the special type of werewolfie were he can change at will (not without consequences, after changing back to human, it leaves him tired and vulnerable). He also has heightened senses such as hearing and smelling, though he did have to wear contacts ever sense getting bit.
Roleplay Sample:
It was slightly chilly this night, the night his grand am decided to break down and not start. d**ned thing. He really didn't know why he wanted the car so much when he had better luck with Ford's. Everyone hated Ford's but he loved them. They would work for him and very rarely would they break down on him. He knew how to fix them, but that may because when he was little-very little, before his father passed, that was what they did. Worked on the foriegn car, mainly the Mustang. They watched the old "Gone in 60 Seconds" and both fell in love with the car Eleanor... Eleanor... Now there was a car. He shivered slightly, having the feeling that he was being watching. So silly of course, this city was dead, who would follow him? He wrapped his arms around him tightly, again shivering, glancing around the place was he walked. Shadows turned into creatures, creatures he quickly named in his mind, and soon a plot of a story was forming. He made the main character, the sound of his shoes echoing on the sidewalk.
He should call a taxi. That's what he should do. But he knew he wouldn't. Why should he? It was only a couple more blocks. Only, now he was defenitly hearing noises. A far off noise... He stopped, his dark chocolate eyes scanning the area. Wow it was dark. That's probably when he realized that more than likely, he wasn't cold. He was scared. The big sissy. Mentally cursing himself he started up again, when the bush gave a sudden lurch, making him freeze in his tracks.
He listened and watched the moving bush, wetting his lips as he did so. RUN! His guts were telling him, but his feet were planted with fear. That's probably when a fairly large dog, larger than a wolf stepped out. The thing looked up at him with great blue eyes, pleading eyes. Darren smiled and chuckled at him, "You the one followin' me?" he asked, bending down to the dog, though he didn't have far to bend down to look at the creature in the eye.
"I don' think I have any food on me," he told it regretably, the dog seemed to have rolled its large eyes, but stood there none the less, "What are you doing out here all alone? Huh?" The dog seemed to be waiting for something, but whateveri t was, didn't happen, so he stood up once more and started off. Not five steps did he take before the dog started to growl. He turned around, almost screaming at the dog's large teeth. It wasn't a dog was it? It was a wolf. The thing lunged, bitting him on the arm, ripping his black jacket. Darren gave a startled cry as teeth broke skin, causing blood to flow from his veins. Ouch...
He pushed the dog off him, craddling his arm. The dog backed away, seeming to laugh with its eyes. He'd have to get the bite checked in the morning. Darren started home once more, cursing the dog as he went. Little did he know the dog had cursed him.
(That happened a few years ago, I'm going to say... three at the most?)
Secret Word: (I want my own secret word! I will rebel! *Non rebel me comes and screams "BOO!" AHH! *Runs away*)
This was a pre-made character from another R.p forum that I was in, it's close to yours so I decided to use it. The forum didn't stay open and I really like the character, so if anything needs to be changed I'll change it!
Name: Darren Lupus
Actual age: 25
Looks to be: 25
Race: Werewolf
Gender: Male
Celebrity who would play him: Orlando Bloom (Meaning he looks like Orlando Bloom XP)
Height: 5’11
Weight: 165
Hair color: Brown, some blonde in it.
Eye color: Chocolate
Hair style: A little long, slightly past the ears and shaggy.
Skin tone: A slight tan
Body Structure: One of his larger hobbies is archery, and he was also a swimmer and played baseball through high school and parts of college, so he’s muscled, but not overly muscled.
In wolf form: Darren is slightly larger than the normal wolf and his fur is shaggy and dark brown, almost black, as his hair. He also has a mane that is ash colored and lightens up as it goes towards his muzzle, leaving said muzzle a white with speckles of grey in it. Darren’s eyes in this form is a dark blue (as was the wolves’ eyes that bit him) and his ears are slightly larger and pointed more angular. His tail is long and bushy. He also has four grey legs.
Clothing: Usually Darren just throws something on in the morning. If it’s clean, he throws it on. Wither it be jeans or pants, or an odd looking shirt. However, on this particular day it was laundry day and the only thing he had clean was form fitting jeans, a crimson button up shirt and a black blazer. His shoes happen to be brown cyssi.
Personality: Darren’s kind of full of himself. He has a lot of confidence in his abilities and can be pretty mellow. He notices a lot of things, sights, sounds, smells. Some times it may seem like he’s not paying attention, but he is.
History: Darren was born in England where his mother died of child birth. He attended school just like every one else, except his mind always seemed to be else where, a far away castle or high in a tree. It was apparent he had a vivid imagination. However when he was 14, his father passed away and Darren went to live with an aunt in the Americas. There he continued his school while he wrote short stories and poems (three of which were published in a collection of teen writers called “The Heartland” three years in a row.)
After he graduated high school he attended the near by college, majoring in English and mastering in writers, however during his sophomore year as he walked home from his work (his Grand am had broken down) he was bitten by a fairly large dog. During the next few months he became sick, weak almost. Never being able to get any sleep and yet not being able to sleep at night. This however, went away during the next full moon. There he discovered he was a werewolf.
As time went, he learned all he could about the creatures belonging to the moon and learned to love the change and not fear it as he had control over the beast inside of him. However, it came with a price, after every full moon he was irritably, and tired and the changing always took a lot out of him.
His junior year of college he meet Summer, a beautiful talented girl that he fell for. Though when he finally decided to tell her what he was, even show her when she didn't believe him, she screamed and ran away from him, calling him "monster freak dog". Since he has vowed not to tell another person that would not understand.
Powers: Darren is the special type of werewolfie were he can change at will (not without consequences, after changing back to human, it leaves him tired and vulnerable). He also has heightened senses such as hearing and smelling, though he did have to wear contacts ever sense getting bit.
Roleplay Sample:
It was slightly chilly this night, the night his grand am decided to break down and not start. d**ned thing. He really didn't know why he wanted the car so much when he had better luck with Ford's. Everyone hated Ford's but he loved them. They would work for him and very rarely would they break down on him. He knew how to fix them, but that may because when he was little-very little, before his father passed, that was what they did. Worked on the foriegn car, mainly the Mustang. They watched the old "Gone in 60 Seconds" and both fell in love with the car Eleanor... Eleanor... Now there was a car. He shivered slightly, having the feeling that he was being watching. So silly of course, this city was dead, who would follow him? He wrapped his arms around him tightly, again shivering, glancing around the place was he walked. Shadows turned into creatures, creatures he quickly named in his mind, and soon a plot of a story was forming. He made the main character, the sound of his shoes echoing on the sidewalk.
He should call a taxi. That's what he should do. But he knew he wouldn't. Why should he? It was only a couple more blocks. Only, now he was defenitly hearing noises. A far off noise... He stopped, his dark chocolate eyes scanning the area. Wow it was dark. That's probably when he realized that more than likely, he wasn't cold. He was scared. The big sissy. Mentally cursing himself he started up again, when the bush gave a sudden lurch, making him freeze in his tracks.
He listened and watched the moving bush, wetting his lips as he did so. RUN! His guts were telling him, but his feet were planted with fear. That's probably when a fairly large dog, larger than a wolf stepped out. The thing looked up at him with great blue eyes, pleading eyes. Darren smiled and chuckled at him, "You the one followin' me?" he asked, bending down to the dog, though he didn't have far to bend down to look at the creature in the eye.
"I don' think I have any food on me," he told it regretably, the dog seemed to have rolled its large eyes, but stood there none the less, "What are you doing out here all alone? Huh?" The dog seemed to be waiting for something, but whateveri t was, didn't happen, so he stood up once more and started off. Not five steps did he take before the dog started to growl. He turned around, almost screaming at the dog's large teeth. It wasn't a dog was it? It was a wolf. The thing lunged, bitting him on the arm, ripping his black jacket. Darren gave a startled cry as teeth broke skin, causing blood to flow from his veins. Ouch...
He pushed the dog off him, craddling his arm. The dog backed away, seeming to laugh with its eyes. He'd have to get the bite checked in the morning. Darren started home once more, cursing the dog as he went. Little did he know the dog had cursed him.
(That happened a few years ago, I'm going to say... three at the most?)
Secret Word: (I want my own secret word! I will rebel! *Non rebel me comes and screams "BOO!" AHH! *Runs away*)
From his story...
[/sub]This was a pre-made character from another R.p forum that I was in, it's close to yours so I decided to use it. The forum didn't stay open and I really like the character, so if anything needs to be changed I'll change it!
