Post by Haruka on Mar 21, 2006 20:45:42 GMT -5
Name: Hok'ee "Lucus" Denai (Often just Luke)
Age: 19
Gender: Dude
Species: Werewolf
Height: 6' 2"/9' 3"/ 3'
Weight: 140-ish/600 lbs./ 200 lbs.
Eyes: Deep blue/ undead-blue
Legs: plantigrade/digigrade
Clothing: When he wears them, it's usually something black, often a simple long sleeved shirt, a pair of pants and either boots or sneakers depending. However, there's always a lovely white trench coat to cover it. It flows out at the bottom, giving him this whole cape-like appeal. But, mostly, he tries to be casual, not really caring about what he wears too much so long as it covers the number branded on his upper arm.
Physical Description: Tall and very very lanky in appearance, sexy is an understatement with this guy. His eyes are a piercing blue, always searching for some mischief to get into. In his wolf forms, they're a more undead sort of white-blue said to see right down to one's bones. He certainly acts like it does... His form is graceful and swift, his movements clean and effortless. His skin is light, a little on the pale side and completely unblemished with the exception of a black number code printed on his upper left arm and a bar code on the right, both of which he keeps well hidden. In his wolf and werewolf forms, he is muscular and covered in thick brown and grey fur.
Personality: Think cocky and arrogant idiot. He's a funny guy to be around so long as you're not the target of his tricks and pranks. he loves to make others look like idiots, finding fun in other's pain. sadistic? Maybe... But maybe it's not his fault. Anyway, it's hard to find him without a smirk or smile of some type or another upon his face or a plan of one type or another in his head. he's a clever strategist and a very competitive sort of guy, always out to do better than others. Think show-off. At the same time, he tends to get jealous easily and make enemies pretty quickly, his sort temper not really helping in such situations. But he does have quite the dark side. Manic depression tends to sneak up on him, mostly based upon his monstrous tendencies. Though he likes to see people suffer, it's only in good fun. His intent is never to harm others in any which way shape or form, so his inability to control his crinos form and that form's tendency to kill sometimes eat at him. Plus, even in his human form, the ghosts of his full moon expeditions haunt him in the form of voices... Yeah, let's just say he's got a few problems...
History: The earliest parts of his lief were pretty normal. Born into his werewolf life, in his Crinos form nonetheless, he had a pretty good grasp on his abilities and how to control them. His parents made sure of that. But before they could teach him absolutely everything, they were separated by a planned forest fire. A nearby laboratory trying to prove werewolves' existence had discovered the little pack that lived there and aimed to catch them. The adults were too difficult to capture and were... eliminated but any young ones they could find were scooped up and carted away like cattle. Imagine the Holocaust with werewolves... and a six year old Lucus was stuck in the middle of it all. Branded number 10-13-10 with a Phosphorus knife, he was tortured brutally for most of his years. As he got older and his personality warped, the humans at the camp decided to let him help out in experiments rather than be the subjects of them. He didn't want to die so he complied, despite the ethical disagreements... Many were killed by him in that time frame, and even though the scientists had promised not to do anything to him, Luke was tortured still. Why not? He was just a monster with no sense of pain or intelligence... Eventually, the camp was shut down and Luke was put with a foster family for about four years... they sent him here to try and clean up his act...
Likes: Halloween, tricking people, messing with others, maniacal laughing, games, having fun really, jokes, music
Dislikes: his manic depression, silence, really girly girls, ADD...
Fears: absolute darkness, the voices in his head, dying
Turn-ons: stubborn/arrogant personality, witty remarks, quick thinking
Sexual Preference: straight
Prized Possessions: Laptop, sketchbook, guitar
Pets: Jorgan the Smilodon and Pestilence the Hellhound
Magical Abilities: shifting, minor healing abilities, talking to animals
Weapons: His mouth
Classes: Geometry, Creative Writing, Chemistry, American History, Computer Graphics, Spanish, creature Studies, Track and Feild, Basketball
Clubs: none really
Friends: Veil
Enemies: none
Year: 3rd
Age: 19
Gender: Dude
Species: Werewolf
Height: 6' 2"/9' 3"/ 3'
Weight: 140-ish/600 lbs./ 200 lbs.
Eyes: Deep blue/ undead-blue
Legs: plantigrade/digigrade
Clothing: When he wears them, it's usually something black, often a simple long sleeved shirt, a pair of pants and either boots or sneakers depending. However, there's always a lovely white trench coat to cover it. It flows out at the bottom, giving him this whole cape-like appeal. But, mostly, he tries to be casual, not really caring about what he wears too much so long as it covers the number branded on his upper arm.
Physical Description: Tall and very very lanky in appearance, sexy is an understatement with this guy. His eyes are a piercing blue, always searching for some mischief to get into. In his wolf forms, they're a more undead sort of white-blue said to see right down to one's bones. He certainly acts like it does... His form is graceful and swift, his movements clean and effortless. His skin is light, a little on the pale side and completely unblemished with the exception of a black number code printed on his upper left arm and a bar code on the right, both of which he keeps well hidden. In his wolf and werewolf forms, he is muscular and covered in thick brown and grey fur.
Personality: Think cocky and arrogant idiot. He's a funny guy to be around so long as you're not the target of his tricks and pranks. he loves to make others look like idiots, finding fun in other's pain. sadistic? Maybe... But maybe it's not his fault. Anyway, it's hard to find him without a smirk or smile of some type or another upon his face or a plan of one type or another in his head. he's a clever strategist and a very competitive sort of guy, always out to do better than others. Think show-off. At the same time, he tends to get jealous easily and make enemies pretty quickly, his sort temper not really helping in such situations. But he does have quite the dark side. Manic depression tends to sneak up on him, mostly based upon his monstrous tendencies. Though he likes to see people suffer, it's only in good fun. His intent is never to harm others in any which way shape or form, so his inability to control his crinos form and that form's tendency to kill sometimes eat at him. Plus, even in his human form, the ghosts of his full moon expeditions haunt him in the form of voices... Yeah, let's just say he's got a few problems...
History: The earliest parts of his lief were pretty normal. Born into his werewolf life, in his Crinos form nonetheless, he had a pretty good grasp on his abilities and how to control them. His parents made sure of that. But before they could teach him absolutely everything, they were separated by a planned forest fire. A nearby laboratory trying to prove werewolves' existence had discovered the little pack that lived there and aimed to catch them. The adults were too difficult to capture and were... eliminated but any young ones they could find were scooped up and carted away like cattle. Imagine the Holocaust with werewolves... and a six year old Lucus was stuck in the middle of it all. Branded number 10-13-10 with a Phosphorus knife, he was tortured brutally for most of his years. As he got older and his personality warped, the humans at the camp decided to let him help out in experiments rather than be the subjects of them. He didn't want to die so he complied, despite the ethical disagreements... Many were killed by him in that time frame, and even though the scientists had promised not to do anything to him, Luke was tortured still. Why not? He was just a monster with no sense of pain or intelligence... Eventually, the camp was shut down and Luke was put with a foster family for about four years... they sent him here to try and clean up his act...
Likes: Halloween, tricking people, messing with others, maniacal laughing, games, having fun really, jokes, music
Dislikes: his manic depression, silence, really girly girls, ADD...
Fears: absolute darkness, the voices in his head, dying
Turn-ons: stubborn/arrogant personality, witty remarks, quick thinking
Sexual Preference: straight
Prized Possessions: Laptop, sketchbook, guitar
Pets: Jorgan the Smilodon and Pestilence the Hellhound
Magical Abilities: shifting, minor healing abilities, talking to animals
Weapons: His mouth
Classes: Geometry, Creative Writing, Chemistry, American History, Computer Graphics, Spanish, creature Studies, Track and Feild, Basketball
Clubs: none really
Friends: Veil
Enemies: none
Year: 3rd