Post by thane on Oct 21, 2008 18:53:23 GMT -8
FULL NAME; Thane Winters
NICKNAMES; Thane
AGE; 23
SPECIES; Werefox
PARENTS; Alive
SIBLINGS; None
OTHER FAMILY; A pet spider named Sibera, explained later
DATE OF BIRTH; September 12th
HOMETOWN; Born in LA but for most of his life he was in the Sahara desert with his parents, ended up moving back here after the death of his parents.
HISTORY;
Thane was born in LA to two normal parents, to an extent. One of them was doing research in the Sahara desert, so most of his life was spent there. He was a quiet child, and a scared one, so one day, when he was ten, he stumbled accidentally on a camp he had no reason to be near, his life kind of got turned upside down.
Young Thane made the mistake of bothering a very mean older man, who in a fit of being woken up, attacked the child. His back was clawed up badly, and when his parents found him, the wounds were festering, like an animal attack would have. It was a few weeks later when he realized WHAT had been wrong with that man when his fingers extended, his ears grew up and outward and he became covered in a sandy colored fur.
His first change nearly broke the poor childs mind, when his body shifted from a humans to that of a werefox, specifically a were fennec fox. It took him more then a few times to figure out how to control the changes, and by then it was years after the attack.
It was some time later, still in the desert, that he leaned of the different status of certain weres, when he himself made yet another mistake of nearly interrupting a soul mated pair of werewolves. His fear of well..mostly anything grew to include wolves and any other breed of were that is bigger then him. Which is to say..everything.
His parents and he moved back to the states, where he managed to find his own place as well for now, because it was getting frequently harder to cover his changes up, and the fact that he preferred to sleep as a werefox didnt help very much.
SHARPEST MEMORY; Being attacked, its a normal nightmare for him. His back still bares the scars from it.
HABITS/QUIRKS; He twitches, he doesnt stop. He also rubs his nose when he lies.
LIKES; Warmth, chocolate, his spider Sibera, being pet
DISLIKES; People, big things, loud noises, bigger things
PERSONALITY; He's a very scared young man. He twitches at anything that he doesnt consider normal for the situation he's in. A car driving by, a bird flapping, someone yelling, sneezing..you get the point. Most of this seems to stem by his regular bad habit of getting into situations he shouldnt be in, which tends to cause him to be hurt.
Thane cant help it though, he has curiosity the size of the world itself, and if you dont tell him how something is made or works, he'll do it himself. Which could lead to issues.
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HAIR & EYES; Hair is a dusty light brown in color, eyes are pale blue. Fur is sandy brown.
BUILD; Skinny, he needs to eat
WEIGHT & HEIGHT; Underfed, six foot two
DISTINCTIVE FEATURES; crouched over twitchy walk, scars on back and top of neck. Usually wears high collars because of this.
YOUR NAME: Natasha
CONTACT; aim: Demetriuscowboy
OTHER CHARACTERS; None
RP EXPERIENCE; A few years
ONLINE TIME; Most of the day on and off
SIDENOTES; I was drugged here *points to one of your members*
ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE;
Thane shifted uncomfortably, eyes watering as he looked up, way up, at the man in front of him. He eyed him, following the length of his body, from the way the muscles bulged when he flexed-probably to scare him he thought-to the way his clothes looked as if they would rip at any moment. While Thane was a few inches taller then him, he was also the same size around his stomach as one of these man's thighs, and the thought of what he could to him, made him grimace. His imagination was vivid, very very vivid, and it painted a techno colored dream world for him before his eyes, one in which his head was no longer attached...
"I um.." He started, finger lifting up to rub along the bridge of his hooked nose. He stared faintly down at this costumer, shifting once more before he spoke again. A sure fire way to tell that he was lying.
"I um..I dont have that book sir.." He mumbled, ice blue eyes landing this way and that as he tried to figure out the quickest way to get out of the store. Sure, he didn't have to close yet, but he didn't know that did- oh , right. He realized, a bemused expresion crossing his features momentarily. The sign did say he was here for another two hours.
Stupid sign, he had to make a note to destroy that and rewrite it...
"What do you mean you don't have it?" The costumer asked, his eyebrows knitting together, the cave man appearance doing nothing to save the poor bookkeep's spine.
"I dont have it.." He rubbed his nose again. There was no way he was stepping any where past the protective barrier of the desk in front of him, and, his hand covering the top to the carrier cage for Sibera. Should need be, he would whip her out, hold her nearly foot radius body up to the man and watch him screech like a girl and run. he had yet to meet anyone who would stand up to the Sibera test. A bird eating tarantula tended to reek fear into mostly everyone. But the little were fox.
The man glared down at him, making Thane feel as if his fur was starting to spout in his fear. He looked down at his arms for a moment, realized he was fine, for now, but the tickling on his ears was them growing. He shifted his hair, covering them for now as he nodded.
"Nope, no book. None here at all. You can try the other book store, on eighty second..im sur-no im postive they have it. Sorry sir, next time. Bye bye now." Dont let the door hit you on the way out.
He was the receiver of a murderous glare once more before the man left, slamming the door. Thane winched and stepped up and forward to lock it before curling up behind his desk. His fingers lengthen and his arms began to grow sandy fur. Ears, much larger then his ear, sprouted and flopped sadly forward a bit as he leaned against the cool wall.
He really was going to have to work on his control...fox turning was bad for business.
NICKNAMES; Thane
AGE; 23
SPECIES; Werefox
PARENTS; Alive
SIBLINGS; None
OTHER FAMILY; A pet spider named Sibera, explained later
DATE OF BIRTH; September 12th
HOMETOWN; Born in LA but for most of his life he was in the Sahara desert with his parents, ended up moving back here after the death of his parents.
HISTORY;
Thane was born in LA to two normal parents, to an extent. One of them was doing research in the Sahara desert, so most of his life was spent there. He was a quiet child, and a scared one, so one day, when he was ten, he stumbled accidentally on a camp he had no reason to be near, his life kind of got turned upside down.
Young Thane made the mistake of bothering a very mean older man, who in a fit of being woken up, attacked the child. His back was clawed up badly, and when his parents found him, the wounds were festering, like an animal attack would have. It was a few weeks later when he realized WHAT had been wrong with that man when his fingers extended, his ears grew up and outward and he became covered in a sandy colored fur.
His first change nearly broke the poor childs mind, when his body shifted from a humans to that of a werefox, specifically a were fennec fox. It took him more then a few times to figure out how to control the changes, and by then it was years after the attack.
It was some time later, still in the desert, that he leaned of the different status of certain weres, when he himself made yet another mistake of nearly interrupting a soul mated pair of werewolves. His fear of well..mostly anything grew to include wolves and any other breed of were that is bigger then him. Which is to say..everything.
His parents and he moved back to the states, where he managed to find his own place as well for now, because it was getting frequently harder to cover his changes up, and the fact that he preferred to sleep as a werefox didnt help very much.
SHARPEST MEMORY; Being attacked, its a normal nightmare for him. His back still bares the scars from it.
HABITS/QUIRKS; He twitches, he doesnt stop. He also rubs his nose when he lies.
LIKES; Warmth, chocolate, his spider Sibera, being pet
DISLIKES; People, big things, loud noises, bigger things
PERSONALITY; He's a very scared young man. He twitches at anything that he doesnt consider normal for the situation he's in. A car driving by, a bird flapping, someone yelling, sneezing..you get the point. Most of this seems to stem by his regular bad habit of getting into situations he shouldnt be in, which tends to cause him to be hurt.
Thane cant help it though, he has curiosity the size of the world itself, and if you dont tell him how something is made or works, he'll do it himself. Which could lead to issues.
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HAIR & EYES; Hair is a dusty light brown in color, eyes are pale blue. Fur is sandy brown.
BUILD; Skinny, he needs to eat
WEIGHT & HEIGHT; Underfed, six foot two
DISTINCTIVE FEATURES; crouched over twitchy walk, scars on back and top of neck. Usually wears high collars because of this.
YOUR NAME: Natasha
CONTACT; aim: Demetriuscowboy
OTHER CHARACTERS; None
RP EXPERIENCE; A few years
ONLINE TIME; Most of the day on and off
SIDENOTES; I was drugged here *points to one of your members*
ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE;
Thane shifted uncomfortably, eyes watering as he looked up, way up, at the man in front of him. He eyed him, following the length of his body, from the way the muscles bulged when he flexed-probably to scare him he thought-to the way his clothes looked as if they would rip at any moment. While Thane was a few inches taller then him, he was also the same size around his stomach as one of these man's thighs, and the thought of what he could to him, made him grimace. His imagination was vivid, very very vivid, and it painted a techno colored dream world for him before his eyes, one in which his head was no longer attached...
"I um.." He started, finger lifting up to rub along the bridge of his hooked nose. He stared faintly down at this costumer, shifting once more before he spoke again. A sure fire way to tell that he was lying.
"I um..I dont have that book sir.." He mumbled, ice blue eyes landing this way and that as he tried to figure out the quickest way to get out of the store. Sure, he didn't have to close yet, but he didn't know that did- oh , right. He realized, a bemused expresion crossing his features momentarily. The sign did say he was here for another two hours.
Stupid sign, he had to make a note to destroy that and rewrite it...
"What do you mean you don't have it?" The costumer asked, his eyebrows knitting together, the cave man appearance doing nothing to save the poor bookkeep's spine.
"I dont have it.." He rubbed his nose again. There was no way he was stepping any where past the protective barrier of the desk in front of him, and, his hand covering the top to the carrier cage for Sibera. Should need be, he would whip her out, hold her nearly foot radius body up to the man and watch him screech like a girl and run. he had yet to meet anyone who would stand up to the Sibera test. A bird eating tarantula tended to reek fear into mostly everyone. But the little were fox.
The man glared down at him, making Thane feel as if his fur was starting to spout in his fear. He looked down at his arms for a moment, realized he was fine, for now, but the tickling on his ears was them growing. He shifted his hair, covering them for now as he nodded.
"Nope, no book. None here at all. You can try the other book store, on eighty second..im sur-no im postive they have it. Sorry sir, next time. Bye bye now." Dont let the door hit you on the way out.
He was the receiver of a murderous glare once more before the man left, slamming the door. Thane winched and stepped up and forward to lock it before curling up behind his desk. His fingers lengthen and his arms began to grow sandy fur. Ears, much larger then his ear, sprouted and flopped sadly forward a bit as he leaned against the cool wall.
He really was going to have to work on his control...fox turning was bad for business.
