Post by sahoni on Jul 8, 2010 11:21:01 GMT -5
Beast Character Application Information
About The Maker::
Your Name:: Sahoni
Your Age:: 18
How Long Have you been Rping:: 8 years
How Did You Find Us:: Khit joined and advertized on my site
Tell us about you:: I like to keep my personal life more or less private until I trust you.
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Here in the shadows,I'm safe
I'm free
Name:: Waya
Age:: 18
Date Of Birth:: February 6th
Where you were born:: NA I dunno...It was cold though
What animal are you:: A wolf!
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I've nowhere else to go but
I cannot stay where I don't belong
Appearence:: He weighs 157 pounds and stands at 5'6 . He has a basic oblong oval shape head and a child-like face. His hair is dark brown almost black hair that hangs down his neck. Sometimes he wears it in a ponytail and it is very straight. His golden yellow eyes contrast greatly with his hair and gives him an unearthly feral appearance, this often frighted away people. On his head he has a crescent moon shaped scar on his head from a cup being shattered on his head.
He has a very average build. It is neither particularly muscular, nor is his slim, just mildly athletic. His fingernails and toenails tend to have dirt under them due to the time he spends in the outdoors.
Height:: 5'6"
Weight:: 157
Eye Color:: golden yellow
Normal Attire:: Usually he can be seen wearing a black with white fur lined bomber jacket over a dark blue tee shirt. Around his waist is a black belt holding up blue jeans with the cuffs rolled up. On his feet are black hiking boots (usually dirty). Around his neck is a black collar with a tag made of a blue metal.
True form:: A smallish wolf who is mostly a darkish grey, almost black. His underside is white, as his ear tips, paws, tail tip, and neck. He still has his collar which tends to jingle. He has big curious eyes and a tail that is usually wagging.
Physical attributes:: Swift and agile
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I know I'm not lost
I am just alone
But I won't cry
I won't give up
I can't go back now
Waking up is knowing who you really are
Personality:: He has an IQ of 150 though he rarely shows it. He talks very fast when nervous. He may seem distant and cold to those he hates, frigid in his logic. To those who get close to him he is the exact opposite: fun-loving and playful. He becomes the type of friend who would give his life for you without thinking twice. He is protective and caring.
He’s out to protect all life even those he is afraid of or dislikes. He is of the belief that all life is important. This is not to say he will not kill. He gives thanks to all his preys' spirits for their sacrifice. He will also lay waste to those who threaten what he cares for, but he will honor you as a brave opponent if you fight with honor. He is superstitious and knows various lore about numerous monsters, creatures, and items. He loves to ramble on about them with the geeky enthusiasm of a collage professor. His greatest want is to have a place where he belongs.
History::
The Early Years:
Waya never knew his biological family. When he first opened his eyes he was in the arms of a young woman who had been bottle feeding the cub. Waya, not knowing any better accepted this as his mother and was happy. His life was good those years. He lived as this young girls pet. Not that he knew that he was a pet. As far as he was concerned it was love and an easy life, nothing was wrong with that. He spent the days laying in front of a fire warming himself, or sometimes in her lap. Listening to her read stories aloud to him, often of various myths, legends, and stories. It was due to this he gained a love for them himself. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. His surrogate mother started to get sick. As much as Waya wanted to, there was nothing he could do to help. As such, she weakened and eventually passed away from the cancer. Thus she was Wayas first of many lessons on how cruel the world could be.
Life after her:
Waya was on the streets, with no one to provide for him, he had to learn how to survive...quick. Being the smart kind, he tended to hang in the alleys behind restaurant and bars, eating scraps from the dumpsters. It was due to this that he gained one of his key identifying features. One night a drunk came out with a girl and tried forcing himself on her. Her yells attracted the attention of Waya. He charged and bit hard on the upper leg of the man , who smashed a bottle on Wayas forehead, scarring him for life but distracting the man long enough for the girl to escape.
Today:
These days Waya wanders where ever the wind blows. But somehow he’ll find somewhere he can feel safe and loved. Until then he’ll wander and help who he can.
Mates: not yet ...I’m a bit shy and young
Pups/cubs/eggs?:: No
About The Maker::
Your Name:: Sahoni
Your Age:: 18
How Long Have you been Rping:: 8 years
How Did You Find Us:: Khit joined and advertized on my site
Tell us about you:: I like to keep my personal life more or less private until I trust you.
_____________________________________________________
Here in the shadows,I'm safe
I'm free
Name:: Waya
Age:: 18
Date Of Birth:: February 6th
Where you were born:: NA I dunno...It was cold though
What animal are you:: A wolf!
_____________________________________________________
I've nowhere else to go but
I cannot stay where I don't belong
Appearence:: He weighs 157 pounds and stands at 5'6 . He has a basic oblong oval shape head and a child-like face. His hair is dark brown almost black hair that hangs down his neck. Sometimes he wears it in a ponytail and it is very straight. His golden yellow eyes contrast greatly with his hair and gives him an unearthly feral appearance, this often frighted away people. On his head he has a crescent moon shaped scar on his head from a cup being shattered on his head.
He has a very average build. It is neither particularly muscular, nor is his slim, just mildly athletic. His fingernails and toenails tend to have dirt under them due to the time he spends in the outdoors.
Height:: 5'6"
Weight:: 157
Eye Color:: golden yellow
Normal Attire:: Usually he can be seen wearing a black with white fur lined bomber jacket over a dark blue tee shirt. Around his waist is a black belt holding up blue jeans with the cuffs rolled up. On his feet are black hiking boots (usually dirty). Around his neck is a black collar with a tag made of a blue metal.
True form:: A smallish wolf who is mostly a darkish grey, almost black. His underside is white, as his ear tips, paws, tail tip, and neck. He still has his collar which tends to jingle. He has big curious eyes and a tail that is usually wagging.
Physical attributes:: Swift and agile
_____________________________________________________
I know I'm not lost
I am just alone
But I won't cry
I won't give up
I can't go back now
Waking up is knowing who you really are
Personality:: He has an IQ of 150 though he rarely shows it. He talks very fast when nervous. He may seem distant and cold to those he hates, frigid in his logic. To those who get close to him he is the exact opposite: fun-loving and playful. He becomes the type of friend who would give his life for you without thinking twice. He is protective and caring.
He’s out to protect all life even those he is afraid of or dislikes. He is of the belief that all life is important. This is not to say he will not kill. He gives thanks to all his preys' spirits for their sacrifice. He will also lay waste to those who threaten what he cares for, but he will honor you as a brave opponent if you fight with honor. He is superstitious and knows various lore about numerous monsters, creatures, and items. He loves to ramble on about them with the geeky enthusiasm of a collage professor. His greatest want is to have a place where he belongs.
History::
The Early Years:
Waya never knew his biological family. When he first opened his eyes he was in the arms of a young woman who had been bottle feeding the cub. Waya, not knowing any better accepted this as his mother and was happy. His life was good those years. He lived as this young girls pet. Not that he knew that he was a pet. As far as he was concerned it was love and an easy life, nothing was wrong with that. He spent the days laying in front of a fire warming himself, or sometimes in her lap. Listening to her read stories aloud to him, often of various myths, legends, and stories. It was due to this he gained a love for them himself. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. His surrogate mother started to get sick. As much as Waya wanted to, there was nothing he could do to help. As such, she weakened and eventually passed away from the cancer. Thus she was Wayas first of many lessons on how cruel the world could be.
Life after her:
Waya was on the streets, with no one to provide for him, he had to learn how to survive...quick. Being the smart kind, he tended to hang in the alleys behind restaurant and bars, eating scraps from the dumpsters. It was due to this that he gained one of his key identifying features. One night a drunk came out with a girl and tried forcing himself on her. Her yells attracted the attention of Waya. He charged and bit hard on the upper leg of the man , who smashed a bottle on Wayas forehead, scarring him for life but distracting the man long enough for the girl to escape.
Today:
These days Waya wanders where ever the wind blows. But somehow he’ll find somewhere he can feel safe and loved. Until then he’ll wander and help who he can.
Mates: not yet ...I’m a bit shy and young
Pups/cubs/eggs?:: No