Post by Bordeaux on May 26, 2015 8:13:20 GMT -5
GENERAL
Birth Name: Enzo Allaire
Race: Werewolf
Age: 380
Apparent Age: 28
Gender: Male
Occupation: Botanist
Birthplace: Tortuga
Current Location: somewhere in Brazil
Family Relations: Dead
Weapon: Machete, claws and teeth
Other Items Owned: Satchel full of herbs and a satellite phone
BACKGROUND
Personality:
A loner by choice, preferring to spend his time looking for a cure to his lycanthropy. He views his 'infection' as a curse but also recognizes the increased strength and speed as an asset to his work. Regularly interacting with the local tribes he hasn't completely lost his mind but has lost touch with modern technology.
While he is in the wild he uses his fierce presence to scare off most predators, but while among humans he restricts his animalistic nature. During full moons he goes underground into caves and prevents himself from murdering and killing. During blue moons however, he allows himself to run free for a night.
Fears: Murdering innocents, turning 'wild' on accident
Strengths: A sharp mind and a fierce presence. Strong enough to survive to rainforest, fast enough to escape.
Weaknesses: Children and other innocents, and silver.
Likes: Being alone with his thoughts, research, monkeys
Dislikes: His infection, other supernatural creatures, mushrooms
APPEARANCE
Facial Appearance: Short black hair, green jade-like eyes, very tanned skin, has a perpetual scowl, a large scar on his throat, walks gracefully like he is stalking something.
Clothing: A light linen shirt that is usually not buttoned, black cargo pants, hiking boots.
Build: Lean but muscular. Six feet tall.
Wolf Form: Ragged black fur with streaks of auburn. Piercing green eyes with flecks of yellow.
Marks/Scars: Scars mar his tanned skin, covering almost every square inch.
Detailed History:
Born in 1640 to laborers on the island on Tortuga in the Caribbean. His family worked on the docks loading ships bound for Europe. His childhood was simple, he did his job fetching water for the adults and cleaning the docks after a hard day's work. He had a loving mother, two sisters, and a distant father who drank most their money away.
This all changed when his father was in a high stakes game and lost everything. All meager possessions were sold. Then to square his debts his father sold his family into slavery. His mother went to work as a housekeeper for the governor, and he and his sisters became 'playthings' for the same official. His sisters were passed around the mansion and locked up for later use.
Enzo was sent to the basement for a different sort of entertainment. He was forced to fight and kill other slaves. One night after an intense battle he was locked in a cage with another slave, which was unusual since there were many times that the slaves would kill each other to eliminate the competition. Enzo's cage mate was shaking and bleeding from a large wound in his leg. Enzo watched with disdain as the man slowly died. Enzo slept lightly that night, awoken by the howl of his almost dead companion. The guards controlled the newly turned into the fighting ring along with Enzo. Spectators watched as Enzo gets bitten and scratched over and over again. With a surprising amount of luck, Enzo kills his opponent with a resounding thud. They shove him back into his cell to die, not realizing that he would turn quickly. The last memory Enzo has of that basement was the blood that turned his vision red.
Several hours later, he wakes to find everyone in the house, including his mother and sisters, ripped to shreds. Fleeing the mansion, he runs to the docks and boards the next ship leaving port. The ship sets sail for a port in South America.
Enzo through the years has learned how to quell his instincts and assume the role of a healer and herbalist to many local peoples. He has never forgiven himself for what he did and will never stop looking for a cure.
Role play Sample:
“Com licença!(Excuse me!)” I heard the small child yell from across the village. I should have known that I would get noticed. This village is too small to be invisible. I can't run away from the attention that is growing around me.
“Eu tenho uma mensagem para você. (I have a message for you)” Visibly shaking, the little boy spoke like he never had an important task before. I grunted my response and took the letter. He bolted back to his mother where he hid behind her skirts. I decided to walk directly to the town healer to drop off herbs instead of the wandering I was planning on doing. I find the monotany of normal, daily life soothing.
The healer was distracted by something and avoided eye contact. When asking him the local news he changed the subject. Not wanting to press my luck, I thank him for his time and leave his home. Trusting my instincts, I walk sublety faster out of the village. I can feel the locals follow me with their eyes, and the scent of a hunter tracking my movement. Either I have been discovered for what I am, or they're going to rob me. Either way it's going to end badly for whoever decides to challenge me.
Birth Name: Enzo Allaire
Race: Werewolf
Age: 380
Apparent Age: 28
Gender: Male
Occupation: Botanist
Birthplace: Tortuga
Current Location: somewhere in Brazil
Family Relations: Dead
Weapon: Machete, claws and teeth
Other Items Owned: Satchel full of herbs and a satellite phone
BACKGROUND
Personality:
A loner by choice, preferring to spend his time looking for a cure to his lycanthropy. He views his 'infection' as a curse but also recognizes the increased strength and speed as an asset to his work. Regularly interacting with the local tribes he hasn't completely lost his mind but has lost touch with modern technology.
While he is in the wild he uses his fierce presence to scare off most predators, but while among humans he restricts his animalistic nature. During full moons he goes underground into caves and prevents himself from murdering and killing. During blue moons however, he allows himself to run free for a night.
Fears: Murdering innocents, turning 'wild' on accident
Strengths: A sharp mind and a fierce presence. Strong enough to survive to rainforest, fast enough to escape.
Weaknesses: Children and other innocents, and silver.
Likes: Being alone with his thoughts, research, monkeys
Dislikes: His infection, other supernatural creatures, mushrooms
APPEARANCE
Facial Appearance: Short black hair, green jade-like eyes, very tanned skin, has a perpetual scowl, a large scar on his throat, walks gracefully like he is stalking something.
Clothing: A light linen shirt that is usually not buttoned, black cargo pants, hiking boots.
Build: Lean but muscular. Six feet tall.
Wolf Form: Ragged black fur with streaks of auburn. Piercing green eyes with flecks of yellow.
Marks/Scars: Scars mar his tanned skin, covering almost every square inch.
Detailed History:
Born in 1640 to laborers on the island on Tortuga in the Caribbean. His family worked on the docks loading ships bound for Europe. His childhood was simple, he did his job fetching water for the adults and cleaning the docks after a hard day's work. He had a loving mother, two sisters, and a distant father who drank most their money away.
This all changed when his father was in a high stakes game and lost everything. All meager possessions were sold. Then to square his debts his father sold his family into slavery. His mother went to work as a housekeeper for the governor, and he and his sisters became 'playthings' for the same official. His sisters were passed around the mansion and locked up for later use.
Enzo was sent to the basement for a different sort of entertainment. He was forced to fight and kill other slaves. One night after an intense battle he was locked in a cage with another slave, which was unusual since there were many times that the slaves would kill each other to eliminate the competition. Enzo's cage mate was shaking and bleeding from a large wound in his leg. Enzo watched with disdain as the man slowly died. Enzo slept lightly that night, awoken by the howl of his almost dead companion. The guards controlled the newly turned into the fighting ring along with Enzo. Spectators watched as Enzo gets bitten and scratched over and over again. With a surprising amount of luck, Enzo kills his opponent with a resounding thud. They shove him back into his cell to die, not realizing that he would turn quickly. The last memory Enzo has of that basement was the blood that turned his vision red.
Several hours later, he wakes to find everyone in the house, including his mother and sisters, ripped to shreds. Fleeing the mansion, he runs to the docks and boards the next ship leaving port. The ship sets sail for a port in South America.
Enzo through the years has learned how to quell his instincts and assume the role of a healer and herbalist to many local peoples. He has never forgiven himself for what he did and will never stop looking for a cure.
Role play Sample:
“Com licença!(Excuse me!)” I heard the small child yell from across the village. I should have known that I would get noticed. This village is too small to be invisible. I can't run away from the attention that is growing around me.
“Eu tenho uma mensagem para você. (I have a message for you)” Visibly shaking, the little boy spoke like he never had an important task before. I grunted my response and took the letter. He bolted back to his mother where he hid behind her skirts. I decided to walk directly to the town healer to drop off herbs instead of the wandering I was planning on doing. I find the monotany of normal, daily life soothing.
The healer was distracted by something and avoided eye contact. When asking him the local news he changed the subject. Not wanting to press my luck, I thank him for his time and leave his home. Trusting my instincts, I walk sublety faster out of the village. I can feel the locals follow me with their eyes, and the scent of a hunter tracking my movement. Either I have been discovered for what I am, or they're going to rob me. Either way it's going to end badly for whoever decides to challenge me.
