Post by missery on Jun 13, 2010 16:18:57 GMT -6
Name:Eric Phillip Magellan, but you can call him Magellan
Age:21 years of age
Height:5'10"
Weight:160 pounds
Gender:male
Race:Human-werewolf
Appearance:
Human:
Werewolf:
Personality:He's intelligent, sarcastic, sardonic, and pessimistic. He's narcissistic in the sense that he thinks he's way more badass than he actually is and he seems to think that people should definitely always pay more attention to him. He also enjoys throwing around humor when the time is appropriate and he enjoys it even more when the time is inappropriate. He's that guy at the party who's the only one laughing at his own jokes. His quirks include a love of scents (pretty scents not gross scents, although in werewolf form he does enjoy those as well.), a fear of the dark, and he does suffer from color blindness.
Background:He grew up in the typical rich white boy fashion, divorced parents, rich step parents, the whole routine. His grandmother was his rock, no matter how insane she seemed to be to other people. She was a woman obsessed with herbs, voodoo, card reading, and the like. She loved the idea of magic, although she didn't have any natural inclination toward the subject.
It was because of her, actually, that Magellan got bitten, not that he would ever admit it. When he was 15 his grandma took him to a real werewolf who said he could endow his grandmother with magical powers (Magellan's grandma, not the werewolf's). Of course, the werewolf was a scam artist. Unfortunately for Magellan it was a full moon that night and the scam artist was an irresponsible werewolf. Magellan was bitten and after a long while of intense pain and suffering he himself turned into a werewolf. His grandma had enough sense to go far away during the transformation, the scam artist, now Magellan's maker, did not. That night Magellan went through his first transformation and lost control of his temper and his sense of being and he tore his maker limb from limb.
Roleplay Sample:
In the middle of a normal city inside a normal suburb in a normal backyard was a normal girl and a not so normal boy.
"What do you mean it wasn't your fault?!" the girl, clearly upset, screamed at the boy. The boy muttered something and the girl pratically exploded.
"If it wasn't your fault, who's fault was it?!" She yelled incredulously. Again, the boy mumbled something back.
"Bullshit. She did not 'come on to you'. I know perfectly well who's fault it was. I'll give you a clue, it's the same person who's fault it was last time and the three times before that." The girl turned to leave, tears brimming in her eyes. The boy reached out for her shoulder.
"Don't touch me. I'm done. Good bye." She struggled to find a better parting word. "Have a nice life."
She left and the boy sat down on the grass and cleaned his glasses; they had drops of water on them. It wasn't raining, it was actually quite sunny out. She was right. It was his fault, but Magellan wasn't going to admit it to her. Not now, not ever.
Whatever. He'd find someone else, she was just a girl. There were millions more where she came from.
As he stood up to go inside he saw a familiar face in one of the windows in his house. Well, his mansion. It was an old face, one he had seen every day since he was a baby. His grandma. She wore a sullen look filled with disappointment. She turned away too.
Great. Now two people are mad at me.
Other (Abilities, etc): Well... He's a werewolf... But when he's only a human (which is most of the time) he really doesn't have any skills. He is skill-less. Feel free to kill him if you like, it wouldn't be that hard. c:
Age:21 years of age
Height:5'10"
Weight:160 pounds
Gender:male
Race:Human-werewolf
Appearance:
Human:
Werewolf:
Personality:He's intelligent, sarcastic, sardonic, and pessimistic. He's narcissistic in the sense that he thinks he's way more badass than he actually is and he seems to think that people should definitely always pay more attention to him. He also enjoys throwing around humor when the time is appropriate and he enjoys it even more when the time is inappropriate. He's that guy at the party who's the only one laughing at his own jokes. His quirks include a love of scents (pretty scents not gross scents, although in werewolf form he does enjoy those as well.), a fear of the dark, and he does suffer from color blindness.
Background:He grew up in the typical rich white boy fashion, divorced parents, rich step parents, the whole routine. His grandmother was his rock, no matter how insane she seemed to be to other people. She was a woman obsessed with herbs, voodoo, card reading, and the like. She loved the idea of magic, although she didn't have any natural inclination toward the subject.
It was because of her, actually, that Magellan got bitten, not that he would ever admit it. When he was 15 his grandma took him to a real werewolf who said he could endow his grandmother with magical powers (Magellan's grandma, not the werewolf's). Of course, the werewolf was a scam artist. Unfortunately for Magellan it was a full moon that night and the scam artist was an irresponsible werewolf. Magellan was bitten and after a long while of intense pain and suffering he himself turned into a werewolf. His grandma had enough sense to go far away during the transformation, the scam artist, now Magellan's maker, did not. That night Magellan went through his first transformation and lost control of his temper and his sense of being and he tore his maker limb from limb.
Roleplay Sample:
In the middle of a normal city inside a normal suburb in a normal backyard was a normal girl and a not so normal boy.
"What do you mean it wasn't your fault?!" the girl, clearly upset, screamed at the boy. The boy muttered something and the girl pratically exploded.
"If it wasn't your fault, who's fault was it?!" She yelled incredulously. Again, the boy mumbled something back.
"Bullshit. She did not 'come on to you'. I know perfectly well who's fault it was. I'll give you a clue, it's the same person who's fault it was last time and the three times before that." The girl turned to leave, tears brimming in her eyes. The boy reached out for her shoulder.
"Don't touch me. I'm done. Good bye." She struggled to find a better parting word. "Have a nice life."
She left and the boy sat down on the grass and cleaned his glasses; they had drops of water on them. It wasn't raining, it was actually quite sunny out. She was right. It was his fault, but Magellan wasn't going to admit it to her. Not now, not ever.
Whatever. He'd find someone else, she was just a girl. There were millions more where she came from.
As he stood up to go inside he saw a familiar face in one of the windows in his house. Well, his mansion. It was an old face, one he had seen every day since he was a baby. His grandma. She wore a sullen look filled with disappointment. She turned away too.
Great. Now two people are mad at me.
Other (Abilities, etc): Well... He's a werewolf... But when he's only a human (which is most of the time) he really doesn't have any skills. He is skill-less. Feel free to kill him if you like, it wouldn't be that hard. c: