Post by Zane on Apr 13, 2008 22:24:32 GMT -5
General details
Wolf Form
Name:
Zane
Gender:
Male
Age:
16
Pack:
Gang/Pack 2
Family/Relations
Father:
Ran away.
Mother:
Ran away.
Siblings:
Only child.
Mate/Crush:
Juliet (deceased) [See more info in History.]
Description
Appearance
Fur colour/Coat:
Black with white face, underbelly, tip of tail, and back paws.
Eyes:
White.
Nose:
Black
Claws/Paws:
White back paws.
Other/Accessories:
Two silver earrings in each ear.
Image of your character:
Personality, etc.
Theme song:
Not Good Enough for Truth or Cliche :; Escape the Fate
Personality:
Very anti-social and you will rarely hear him talk. Depressed about life. He will never take off his headphones. He hasn't been happy ever since he lost his girlfriend one night, only a few months ago. And it will be hard for another girl to win his heart again because he's afraid if he loved again, he might get hurt another time. He's very sensitive and cries easily. And very emotional.
Fears:
Losing the one he loves, again.
Likes:
Nothing in this world.
Weaknesses:
Music.
Powers:
Eyes kinda glow when in wolf form.
Secrets:
Gambled with his life once. (Russian Roulette)
Livelong wish:
To see Juliet one more time.
Ambitions:
None.
5 (or more) words to describe your character:
Anti-social. Depressed. Sensitive. Emotional. Sad.
History:
Zane has always had a normal life: he had a wonderful girlfriend, perfect grades. But one night, he brought his girlfriend, Juliet, over to his house and they played a game of Russian Roulette*. Zane's girlfriend died that night. He then ran away from his family, scared of what would happen that Juliet was dead. He lived life on his own from then on.
Role-play Example:
"How 'bout a game of Russian Roulette?" Zane asked his girlfriend, Juliet, smirking. He had invited her over this one night: when his parents weren't home. They were in his basement. "Um, I don't know, Zane. Isn't it a little dangerous?" Juliet asked.
"C'mon, Juliet. It's a 17% chance that either one of us would get the bullet...Just this once?" Zane walked to the basement closet, opening it up and pulling out his dad's revolver. "...Okay, but if I die, it's your fault," Juliet said jokingly. Zane opened up the cylinder, placing one bullet in. He spun the cylinder and closed it, walking over to sit in front of Juliet. He kissed her on the forehead then held the revolver to his head. "I love you," he said, then pulled the trigger, his and Juliet's nerves on end.
Click!
Zane didn't get the bullet. He exhaled in relief. "...Your turn..." he said quietly, handing the gun to Juliet. Juliet took the revolver and spun it's cylinder and held it to her head.
"I love you too," she said, pulling the trigger.
Bang!
"JULIET!" Zane screamed, watching in horror as his girlfriend fell to the ground, blood splattering the couch and floor. He ran and lifted her head up, starting to cry. "Juliet...Juliet. No!" he cried, shaking her lightly. "No, no, no... No Juliet, don't do this to me. Please." He brushed a strand of stray her from her face, his hands covered in blood.
Blood slowly seeped from Juliet's head to the floor, staining the carpet and Zane's pants.
Zane was now sobbing, holding his dead girlfriend in his arms. "It's my fault you died. I'm so sorry, Juliet..." Zane whispered. "I'm sorry...Please, don't go. I'm sorry!" He lifted her up so she layed in his lap. He buried his face in her blood stained hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo, and her blood.
"...I'm sorry..."
Human form
Description:
Very skinny and unfit.
Hair colour:
Jet black
Description of your characters cloths (in human form):
Simple, black shirt. Sleeve-less hoodie. Goggle-like-glasses. Checkered and black wristbands. White, studded belt. Skinny, black jeans. Converse shoes. Two silver earrings in each ear. Always wear headphones and holds a CD player in his pocket. (Always listens to music.)
Eye colour:
Icey blue.
*Russian Roulette:
–noun
a game of high risk in which each player in turn, using a revolver containing one bullet, spins the cylinder of the revolver, points the muzzle at the head, and pulls the trigger.
-Dictionary.com
Wolf Form
Name:
Zane
Gender:
Male
Age:
16
Pack:
Gang/Pack 2
Family/Relations
Father:
Ran away.
Mother:
Ran away.
Siblings:
Only child.
Mate/Crush:
Juliet (deceased) [See more info in History.]
Description
Appearance
Fur colour/Coat:
Black with white face, underbelly, tip of tail, and back paws.
Eyes:
White.
Nose:
Black
Claws/Paws:
White back paws.
Other/Accessories:
Two silver earrings in each ear.
Image of your character:
Personality, etc.
Theme song:
Not Good Enough for Truth or Cliche :; Escape the Fate
Personality:
Very anti-social and you will rarely hear him talk. Depressed about life. He will never take off his headphones. He hasn't been happy ever since he lost his girlfriend one night, only a few months ago. And it will be hard for another girl to win his heart again because he's afraid if he loved again, he might get hurt another time. He's very sensitive and cries easily. And very emotional.
Fears:
Losing the one he loves, again.
Likes:
Nothing in this world.
Weaknesses:
Music.
Powers:
Eyes kinda glow when in wolf form.
Secrets:
Gambled with his life once. (Russian Roulette)
Livelong wish:
To see Juliet one more time.
Ambitions:
None.
5 (or more) words to describe your character:
Anti-social. Depressed. Sensitive. Emotional. Sad.
History:
Zane has always had a normal life: he had a wonderful girlfriend, perfect grades. But one night, he brought his girlfriend, Juliet, over to his house and they played a game of Russian Roulette*. Zane's girlfriend died that night. He then ran away from his family, scared of what would happen that Juliet was dead. He lived life on his own from then on.
Role-play Example:
"How 'bout a game of Russian Roulette?" Zane asked his girlfriend, Juliet, smirking. He had invited her over this one night: when his parents weren't home. They were in his basement. "Um, I don't know, Zane. Isn't it a little dangerous?" Juliet asked.
"C'mon, Juliet. It's a 17% chance that either one of us would get the bullet...Just this once?" Zane walked to the basement closet, opening it up and pulling out his dad's revolver. "...Okay, but if I die, it's your fault," Juliet said jokingly. Zane opened up the cylinder, placing one bullet in. He spun the cylinder and closed it, walking over to sit in front of Juliet. He kissed her on the forehead then held the revolver to his head. "I love you," he said, then pulled the trigger, his and Juliet's nerves on end.
Click!
Zane didn't get the bullet. He exhaled in relief. "...Your turn..." he said quietly, handing the gun to Juliet. Juliet took the revolver and spun it's cylinder and held it to her head.
"I love you too," she said, pulling the trigger.
Bang!
"JULIET!" Zane screamed, watching in horror as his girlfriend fell to the ground, blood splattering the couch and floor. He ran and lifted her head up, starting to cry. "Juliet...Juliet. No!" he cried, shaking her lightly. "No, no, no... No Juliet, don't do this to me. Please." He brushed a strand of stray her from her face, his hands covered in blood.
Blood slowly seeped from Juliet's head to the floor, staining the carpet and Zane's pants.
Zane was now sobbing, holding his dead girlfriend in his arms. "It's my fault you died. I'm so sorry, Juliet..." Zane whispered. "I'm sorry...Please, don't go. I'm sorry!" He lifted her up so she layed in his lap. He buried his face in her blood stained hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo, and her blood.
"...I'm sorry..."
Human form
Description:
Very skinny and unfit.
Hair colour:
Jet black
Description of your characters cloths (in human form):
Simple, black shirt. Sleeve-less hoodie. Goggle-like-glasses. Checkered and black wristbands. White, studded belt. Skinny, black jeans. Converse shoes. Two silver earrings in each ear. Always wear headphones and holds a CD player in his pocket. (Always listens to music.)
Eye colour:
Icey blue.
*Russian Roulette:
–noun
a game of high risk in which each player in turn, using a revolver containing one bullet, spins the cylinder of the revolver, points the muzzle at the head, and pulls the trigger.
-Dictionary.com
